The temperature has dropped to minus 40. The world is frozen. Nothing is moving. Everything is hunkered down in an attempt to stay warm. The world is clothed in white hoar frost and in the silence of the cold you can hear each sound. All sounds sound magnified, larger, intensified. Like the sound, with nowhere to go and nothing to do, the mind begins to amplify its thoughts. Unoccupied and waiting it begins to create storyboards on the white canvas. It crucifies you with what ifs,,if onlys, what I could have done, what I should have done, It amplifies regrets, casting old memories that have been beneath the frozen snow onto the mind landscape. Coloured memories with deep dark feelings you relive as if they were in the here and now. Intense pain that you have forgotten and pushed into some storage vault. The cold is relentless and so is the mind. You are praying for release from the cold and a return to warmth, release from the mind stories and a return to the busyness that keeps you out of this mind space .

Praying. The mind brings you another thought. The cold will not last. This will end. The snow will melt and the world will thaw and life resume as it was. Perhaps this was a gift. A time to stop, a time to remember and a time to release all that stored pain. The mind tells you that you are okay. You made it through.Now it is time to thaw.
The temperature is rising. You are no longer frozen.