too cold to notice
It’s cold. Very cold. I don’t much care for the cold, but I’ve already written about that. Even so, before I had to pitch myself into yesterday’s sub-freezing temperatures, I sat down with a cup of coffee and tried to stave off the inevitable blast of winter by heading first to a familiar place that I’ve come to associate with warmth: Melissa Allen’s Red Dragonfly blog. It was warm there. Warm . . . and comforting, and inspiring. But then, again, it usually is. Yesterday, however, Melissa turned up the dial by posting a veritable heatwave of haiku on her 4ooth post, where her readers shared their words and, supposedly, gave Melissa “a day off.” It wasn’t so much that it was a vacation for Melissa. (It takes a lot of effort to coordinate and post all the responses she shared.) But, for her readers, it was like attending a summer picnic in the middle of January. Thanks, Melissa, for giving the rest of us a respite from the cold through the shared words of a community of friends who’re trying the best way they know how to make it through this world of winter–line by line, haiku by haiku, side by side.
replacing cold words