It might not be warm, but it’s hot

Smack in the middle of winter on the prairies. Frigid, car exhaust freezes instantly into fog so thick you can’t see the vehicle in front of you…

No matter where you go, you’re cold. The wind bites your face – sharper than the teeth of a mad dog, and just as tenacious.

While the sun has forgotten to aim its warming rays our way, at least the beauty of the morning still has power.

But the dawn’s glow is ephemeral and fleeting, like the residue of an early morning dream  recalls the traces of your long forgotten lover.

Warm and potent for a minute.

Or two, soon frozen out by the icy reality of the newly breaking day.

Dawn in the city is gone, like that. Catch it while you can.