Winter’s Coming

Winter memories are the best memories I could ever want to have.

Winter and I have a thing. A real thing, you know? Kind of like a comfort zone.

It’s the time when I feel my happiest. A time when I feel free, boundless and able to breathe.

BREATHE!

It’s perfect. The cold oxygen through your veins, and that chill up your spine when you take a breath that’s a little deeper than the one before.

I’m addicted to it.

But you know what else  I’m addicted to?  Melancholy.

I see a beauty in it that’s penetrative. It’s personal, and meaningful. It’s a real, gut feeling that engulfs you whole.

Whether it’s a sad piano piece that makes you slowly swoon in response, or a memory that tugs at your heart a little – it always hits the right spot.

But the memories.. Those are my favorite;

Endless starry skies, cliffs, and a chance.

A stranger’s goodbye. Maybe once, twice or even thrice.

And a feeling that it can’t be over. No, not yet.

Possibilities that seem out of reach, and just plain naive.

Isn’t that always the case?

Hopes and dreams that make you fly sky high, then a reality that rockets you back down into a hole of beautiful possibilities that never even got a chance.

Well.. even though it’s painful, it’s true. It’s real, and I really feel it.

That’s all that matters to me.