I always knew the frontier to be a cold and lonely place. I was reminded of that today. Maybe I had forgotten, or maybe I had ceased to care.
Lately, I have been basking in the sun. I allowed the warmth to penetrate my body and touch my soul. My soul...God, it needed it. It drank it in and licked it up like rain in a desert. But, every sun sets, I suppose.
My mind knows that the sun will rise again soon. The warmth will return as the sun begins to paint it's existence into the sky. But, my heart doesn't care. It hates the night. It doesn't understand that the day turns to night, the night into day. My mind tries to tell my heart that the night isn't eternal. But, sometimes I feel like my heart knows better. It screams out, "We only know the sun will rise again because it always has!"
A sunset is a promise of a sunrise. At least I hope it is. I watched the sun set today, and I wept. The sun left the sky, leaving me cold and alone. My heart cried out, "Don't let it go! Chase the sun until you cannot run anymore, then run a little further!" I told my heart to be still. That is something I regret.
A sunrise is not a guarantee. It is something we take for granted. We only see sunrises when we make it through the cold, lonely night. We have hope to guide us. A hope that the sun will rise again.
But, what if it doesn't?
God, it's so cold.
