The end of the ice-age.

Rapidly the ice is melting. Just a few months ago existence was cold, solidly embraced by ice. Movements enduring, steps dull, colors needless. I am not aware when the melting started, but it did. The icy cover turned into drops, bourns. Soon I was surrounded by water, warm water. Out of the clear sky, on a roundish day, I knew the ice would not come back for many years. Warmth would remain. But do I enjoy the beautiful warmth because I have missed it during the ice-age? Or is it because it is the warmth I have been looking for even before water turned into ice?