Heat

It's cold. We all agree on that.
The sky even looks cold. It's
Giving me an icy stare when
I cast my gaze at its horizon.
Over my right shoulder, I feel
Heat, warming my ear. I turn
To see the blinding low-lying
Sun, the culprit, and the hero
Of my tale. It has cut through
Reaching me mid-crossing, a
Cozy embrace, so unexpected
But so very welcome today.