Winter arrives early every year for some so as to say a little hello before it’s truly here to stay. The frost creeps slowly as to say a quiet hello; the cold covers every thought as to make it’s lonely presence felt. With an early winter inside, the words freeze too and need some thawing and some warmth to break out of their inanimate state. Winter arrived early this year, like every year before, and I’ve been busy thawing. Until a morning, some mornings ago, when the words glistened as they appeared from beneath the ice and made their presence felt. They came like a warm hug from a loved one I hadn’t seen in ages; they came like a cup of coffee in a warm cottage while everything outside remained frozen-cold; they came like the strong rays of sunlight heating the haze away, almost instantly, as if it was never there.