Cold storage

The winter was long, cold and just a little strange. It was spent in an indus­trial freezer, with the light turned off. The sealed door was opened occa­sion­ally to allow hands to stretch and warm them­selves — touch­ing sur­faces with fin­gers, explor­ing what was hap­pen­ing out­side. How­ever, they soon retreated back into the shadows.

Spring arrives with little or no fan­fare, and it’s time to emerge. Recon­nect. Rebuild. Redis­cover. Hands are warmed through and begin explor­ing once more. The final ana­lysis is that life in the freezer is good in small doses. Some­times it is use­ful to spend a little time watch­ing icicles form­ing, con­cen­trat­ing deeply and not blink­ing for fear that some­thing import­ant might be missed. Yet it doesn’t suit every­one, and it can’t last forever.