"COLD MOUNTAIN IN A ROOM"**By Annabella***

I still feel it.....

The chilling agony of his death frozed the warmth of the moment....While he died in her arms...snow from above cried his forever good bye....

Last evening, returning from work, I've encountered, an unforgettable, intense, delicious moment.

My father, who's visiting from Uruguay, was comfortably laying on the couch.

My oldest daughter who's turning sixteen in early September, was caressing the hungry soul of grandma's favorite cat. Her delicate short fingers, were playing with the animal's head and her tender innocence was, like doves, flying feline dreams...

While my youngest daughter, just fourteen, was passionately sawing an old jean, she, appeared to me, as the vision of an old responsible woman. The rhythm of her anxious hands, was drawing huge invisible circles, each time the thread made another perfect stich. The enthusiasm of such unique creation, informed me, that she, was making shorts for her older sister, but she then rectified the shorts would probably be for Ashley, their six year old counsin.

Mom picking up,...in the kitchen, here and there..

While these events were traveling through minutes and seconds of a clock, a 25 inch television, was birthing incredible images and angelical melodies from a movie we all(except dad) previously watched while in a trip to New York....."Cold Mountain"....

I've contemplated and savored the magic of what to me was: the delicious privileged moment of a loving family. This was a precious gift, a priceless gift....,a gem in the implacable journey of time..

Contemplating the beauty of still having the presence of my elderly parents, it's just in itself a life's miracle..., contemplating the wrinkles of my father's hands..., those hands worked so hard to provide while I grew up and yet, I didn't understand and/or appreciate a thing...

The curious mystery of my elderly mother, always cooking, preparing something, intensily worrying about my two daughters.....her only grandchildren...., looking at the woman I became...I, their only child....

I was still contemplating all...

The pure virgin lives of my two adorable daughters...their brand new energy and their intense passionate hunger for life...

In the mits of it all, the chilling temperatures of "Cold Mountain" transformed agonizing cruelties of it's story, into the warmth mother of uncertanties..

Life is good and generous to me....life is so warmth to me...life gives me so much....life is so good to my heart.....the warmth of a loving family, the warmth of a good man by my side...the warmth of been....

Life is and was at that moment, as the contradicting warmth of "Cold Mountain"......... "Cold Mountain in a room"..............

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