Cold... colder than you last remembered.
Your frigid mood betrays even your most guarded fear.
You might as well befriend it, cause it has already done much worse, and can hold you at it's mercy.
No logic guides it, and it is as much caused by the warmth and comfort you reveled in yesterday.
The string is held from above and is pulled down, but everything has it's opposite. For some it seems unbearable, and inconceivably long. For others, laughable.
