Warmth.

The white outlines.
The big puffs of cream.
Creating shapes.
As I look upon the sky.
Dreaming.

A warm cloth around me.
As I shiver against the cool breeze.
Sitting down.
I take a sip of warmth.
Relieving the coldness.

Watching the cars drive by.
The distant chatters of people.
Smiling upon the children playing.
Another sip of warmth.
Gaining exposure of the world.

Reminiscing the past.
Why did it hurt?
Even I don't know.
Maybe it was selfishness.
Or sorrow.

Wiping out all of it.
It would come again.
But it will get better.
Setting the cup down.
Smiling at memories.