Frozen Sunrise

I had to warm up my car as the sun rose and the sky began to saturate. Being cold and having slept poorly, my mood was icy and angry and ready for movement. As I aimed my crusted car onto the gray and white street— the white snow and gray ice— the dilemma of my destiny weighed on me, and the affections of my life warmed the car. The carefree days of summer seemed like an improbable fictional fantasy. But when I began to see the sun like my child's head peeking out from memory, I felt peace. When I stepped onto the ice so solid beneath my feet, I knew my path was clear and that I would follow where it led. The ice would melt and I would float all the way to the sea. Potter Poems is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe