A cold front has crossed my path, bringing shivers to my soul.

Slivers of ice drift across the road, hiding the road like it hides the memory of warmth form the summer so long ago

And yet,

When I arrive to a home full of golden warmth and light,

Laughter and hugs greet me,

Happy faces full of life.

“This is where my moods come from” says the oldest as I rest my cheek upon her hair, smiling against the absurdity and honesty of a child’s wisdom.

Tucked in my nest, cozy with my little chicks, we snuggle in for the night,

Warm inside our own summertime, where the snow and ice can not come in.