Cats on Ice

I keep walking by the sea; which is nothing new for me; I live on the sea; but there is a new feel; the breeze was always warm or sharp with winter's cup. Now there is a deep coldness sweeping into my bones but I feel no fear. There is no threat of evil chill. This is different; as if once again I was a seal or penguin and the arctic cool was a familiar home bracing and alive. Once again I say it sweeps off the water into my soul with a familiar role. Someone from the ocean is my home.