Your favourite song may only be an echo now, a faint stroking on the shoulder or slight emotion hovering behind the neck. The most powerful quote you know may only slide across the ice; your surface energy having been frozen. Your closest friend with the most effective responses may only be releasing words into a well of restless grey and quivering uncertainty. Attempts to lift may seem futile, hopeless, only scrabbling away at a brick wall, shaving away at fingertips.
Emotions move, fluctuate, rise and droop. Just as we are conscious of how quickly elation can be lost, we can know that an exhaustion-soaked, apprehension-tinted, frustration-infused mood can pass.
It is knowing and believing. It is knowing that matters once extremely touching and inspiring exist, and it is believing that they can move you, again. Moments of pulsing warmth really can be pressed to that thick sheet of ice, as frost shivers under the thawing, irrepressible sun.