It was bitterly cold and made me shiver,
the prospect of enduring more made me quiver.
I buttoned up and ventured forward,
I braced myself and continued toward.
Going quickly was not the answer,
I had to slow down and embrace the cold.
A measured response of absorbing the chill,
makes it possible to inhale Her will.
Regardless of temp, I talk the talk,
in withering weather, I walk the walk.
