My town experienced an unusual raise in temperature during supposedly chilly season when George arrived. I was eager to fold my winter jackets and lock them away, putting the blame on global warming.
And I woke up today, after finally being able to put my thoughts to sleep, feeling an aching sore throat. It hit me that the coldness had found its way back to the place, which were meant to be in this period of time, coinciding with his departure.
Maybe that’s what we are meant to be as well, just like the weather. George visited the dark and cold corners, brought in his warmth for a while, and then left together with it. It was short, but it was enough for some certain beings to regain their ability to feel alive.