Cold Front

cold front

When the clouds moved in,
I wanted to wallow in,
complain about,
how suddenly chilly I was.

I wasn’t prepared,
it caught me unaware;
I’d left my coat at home.

When the cold descended
I ached to whine
about my frosty fingers.

They didn’t want to wiggle
when I told them to.

But then I looked up,
past my bitter misery
and discovered
the beautiful light
that cold front brought with it.

~ cj 2013.10.01

As always, there is more to this than meets the eye. Sometimes the weather going bad is perfectly beautiful if you can just lift your head to appreciate it. Last night, when this happened, was such a perfect moment to experience that weather, and be reminded of this lesson.

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4 Responses to Cold Front

  1. Steve says:

    Cool CJ.

    • cjromb says:

      Haha. Great response Steve! 🙂

      I changed the words just a little. Thx for always reading what I write.

  2. cjromb says:

    It was so interesting how perfectly that sudden change in weather last night exactly matched a sudden change in my life. They both caught me quite unaware and exposed, and I was pretty shocked by how both the substance and timing were completely intertwined for those moments.

    How often does that happen?

    And then, not only did I quickly find the beauty in the weather once I stopped focusing on the bad part, it took about the same amount of time for me to accept what happened in my life, and begin to see the best side of it.

    So while most of the city was sleeping, I was waking up and warming up. 🙂

  3. Morine says:

    Interesting juxtaposition.

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