Cold and warm at the same time,
My blankets heating the ice in me,
Seeing only the black behind my eyes,
As I pull the hoodie closer to me.
The car my little home,
Like a tortoise carrying my home around,
The comfort of it soothing me,
Like a warm bear hug.
My sleeve stretched to my palm,
I wipe the glass before me,
I lie back down in my cocoon,
My eyes unfocused on the scene before me.
The whole city in front of me,
Whispered in my ear conspiratorially,
Unravelling itself in front of me,
Telling me all of its secrets.
The thermos in my hand,
As I sip my hot chocolate,
I whisper back to the city,
Telling it all my secrets…
~thryaksha
Lovely! Great sense of connecting with a place on a very interpersonal level.