Orange red

Just before I left my parents home for Stockholm, my aunt and grandmother came for a visit.
I was hit by something orange red. They were collaring my reality.
Even though the air was foul of crystals. I was warm.
The Preussen blue has gone.
Of course, they ask difficult questions, but they understand.
In the winter train, the frost wanted to come in. 25- C, whole Narnia wanted us.
But I have my orange around me. Like a warm scarf.
She is the warm and orange scarf.