Monday, March 28, 2005

Hearth

I could tell at first light the day would be brilliant and warm. The world seemed infinite in all directions as the sun rose over the lake.

Only the coldness of my heart weighed upon me. I did not care about myself in any essential or meaningful way.

I stepped into the warmth of the rising sun, then forgot about lighting a fire in my cold heart as I walked along the lake, a mass of undulating jewels strewn by the sun.

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