Once again our souls outlast the coldness of December and our hearts thaw out to the scarce embers of the start of spring flourished. For a moment we cry longing for the cold to return. But the sun sparks the embers, and a blaze will arise. For a moment we aren't greedy. For a moment we realize. We aren't selfish but just broken. We have hope that the flames will melt and glue us back together and the cold will freeze us permanently. So we do not fall back to pieces. But sadly we forget once again that warmth of heart will melt the ice on our souls.
