Thursday, 24 February 2011


We are warmth when there is none to find.
Lay us down in a bed of snow and float we will on sheets of water.
We are fire when there are hands to thaw.
Watch the snowflakes land on our skin and rather than be bothered with the art of melting burst into steam and rejoin the air above.
We are heat when there is a trend for cold.
It’s the flames that will blush embarrassed at what they lack that we possess.

- By Tyler Knott Gregson-