Awakening
16 Aug 2023Cicadia
Dull. Rythmic. Blood surges through arteries and veins, rivers overwhelmed by rains that break the drought. Cold. Sharp. Icy air cuts it's way from lip to lung as dormant muscles waken from slumber.
Wet. Hazy. Condensation runs down plati-glass in droplets, freed from their stasis and making a break for freedom.
Thawed. Alive. Brown eyes open as pressurised seals whine and hiss as they release their catches.
Sore. Unsteady. Feet touch the metal walkway, toes curling around the steel grid as they stand outside of their cryogenic home.
Raw. Coarse. "Finally. Time to rock and roll."