A Thought in the Cold

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So there I was, in the shower seconds before the horror…that moment right after I’ve turned the hot water off and I’m waiting for that frigid rush of existential proportions. After all these years, it still horrifies me. So…there I was. I’d just turned off the hot water. Waiting for seconds that stretch into the horror of knowing what was coming. And then it hit like an airbag made out of ice. It hurt. And at that exact moment of wondering why I was doing this to myself, I had a thought. A weird one…well…yeah…like most of my thoughts. The thought went something like this: “Love is an envelope you must lick before you seal.” 

What the hell is that supposed to mean? 

BTW, the photo has nothing to do with this. I just like it.