The tilt of the earth is now angling more and more toward the sun, lengthening the days - little by little every day... Today though, we could be fooled otherwise. A deep and wild cold has settled over this city. We are bundled in dark coats, wrapped in scarves, and leaning into the biting wind as we make our way to trains, cars, or streetcars. Flurries of snow swirl everywhere making the world a violent snow globe. And in the early morning, the lights from streetlamps, buildings, and cars are more harsh. Even sounds are hard and are felt like pebbles thrown at us rather than heard.
I am huddled in the back of a streetcar being pulled into the tall grey buildings of downtown. We are silent and huddled into our own thoughts and lives - a dark grey communion of secret desires. I think of you - and it is like holding my own little candle. I have my bright warm light and am happy.
The streetcar rumbles out from beneath an underpass and we are surrounded by rows of condos. Many have lights on and I get a glimpse into their worlds. A GO train passes us, pushing its way into the heart of the city. I cannot tell what track it is on and so I wonder if you might not be on that train - passing the same silhouetted dwellers. I can imagine you looking at the building drifting past the window - or perhaps you have your eyes closed for one more minute of rest...
Outside the wind and snow still blows - and it is cold. We ride in our separate bubbles of heat and light, heading to the same place. Though the days are getting longer, today does not feel like it. Today feels wild, cold and grey. But I will carry my secret candle - and it will keep me from the dark and cold.
Just me.
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