I'm uttered them. Just like that. It is cold. Currently, every morning is cold. frozen light, the streets. Even my kitchen windows, from outside, But that's another topic.
I am standing as such and stare at the icy road.
you glitters. I like that. At least something. Otherwise, I do not like the cold. She pulls up on me. Quietly creeping. If they could, they would giggle. Can they not, fortunately.
people I see not the time. It's just after seven. Motorists curves past me. Otherwise it is quiet. Frosty silence.
I like the morning. I must not talk. Do not laugh. Not even smile. I can just stand there and let my thoughts revolve around the damn cold. No more worries.
no idea about food, the distance to the loved ones of my profession or Friends and acquaintances. Only the frost and me.
I pull the zipper of my jacket and later rub my hands together. I need gloves. Urgent.
I'm cold. I bring little heart in the air. Ok, there are only small lumps, but I Have A Friend.
And while I'm standing there, all alone, I see a little beetle on the floor. rainbow light lustrous, black, green,. Pretty medium. He lifts his leg slightly.
"Hey, little bugs, crawling on. Get yourself to safety, it is much, much too kalt.Kleine beetles have long been hiding pretty looking. Come on, you little thing. Pick a shelter."
I squat to ihm.Will I have to be a little closer. I breathe into him briefly and he shimmers a bit prettier.
"Come on, little beetle. You can do it in time."
Slowly I stretch out my hand. Will help him. Place it over the hedge. Later the sun will come out. Then he can continue to crawl quickly. I forge plans for him. Nice plans. Sugar Pink.
And while I realize I have so wrought plans do not realize that he no longer moves. None of his little legs crawling yet. He is just there. Frozen. The cold killed it. Quietly.
I pull my hand away. Then I'm
. Just so.Es is cold. Too cold.
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