The cold trickles in. We try to bar against it. We close the door and every window. We grab blankets and pillows, wrapping ourselves like the mummies of Egypt. We buy heaters and turn up the furnace. We try to fight back with the fire in the fireplace. We just want it to stay outside, away from our exposed toes and red nose. Yet, we can't keep it away. No, it will never go back. For once it is in, it will stay. We can try to fight. Use all of our assests against it, like it is an unnatural attacker. However, it is all in vain. Whether we admit it or not, we will never win. We can pretend, for moments at a time, that it doesn't bother us. That it won't change anything. It will though. It will eventually change everything. But, until that day, we will continue to fight. Fight like we will never give up. Evetually we will, it will beat everything out of us. Evetually we will lie down, embrace the cold for what it is. Until then, fight. Fight until our knuckles bleed and our eyes beg for sleep. Fight for the life that is so easily slipping away into the cold.