01/06/2007 03:58 pm ET Updated May 25, 2011

A lil' poem

Written on January 6, when it was 70 degrees in New York City.

The warmth came, it wrapped its arms around us.
"Mmmmn," we said. "So cozy."
The warmth smiled.
Then it squeezed harder.
And harder.

Until it couldn't hear us anymore.