I’m Warm Again

And I'm warm again.

Wrapped up in nothing but soft fabrics, and the bony arms of children. Nothing will ever feel this good.

The frosty winds of the outer world are barely remembered.

For now the children have wrapped me in warmth, and welcomed me home. Their laughter the tinkling of bells, their voices all small and high and innocent.

Filling me with warmth, rays against my skin. I'm warm again.