December 15, 2014 by Beth Hess
It can be stubborn like that.
Cold and unfeeling.
Eventually its crystals will succumb. The persistence of warmth provides no other option.
And the progress is small at first. The tiniest of clearings at the far south of the windshield.
My vision is still highly impaired.
I watch as one warm spot edges out the coldness. Then another and another. Until one quick motion erases the ice and clears my view.
Sometimes joy creeps like that, too.
It started for me in the thumbs ….
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