Its warmth was not heat, and its cool was not cold

Good poetry .. makes the universe .. reveal its .. 'secret'

The thing with heat is, no matter how cold you are, no matter how much you need warmth, it always, eventually, becomes too much.

The cold seemed less relentless now. The small circle of white light from my bedside lamp and its hint of the dawn to come seemed to drive the worst of the chill away and the hot tea did the rest, as I lay and read further into the life of the young woman in the bravado coat.

Some people are very very cool to a point they finally become cold.

To carry his load without resting, not to be bothered by heat or cold and always be content: these three things we can learn from a donkey