Winter

I miss the bliss that I used to find in snowflakes, the way they seemed to me to be like stars falling out of the sky. I used to be able to watch them tumble down for hours, especially the big, fluffy ones that stuck to my sweater when I would play outside and I could swear that I could almost see the shape of the things. Back then, even the cold that came with the snow and the wet didn’t seem to bother me much. It was like I was oblivious to it all because I was so entranced by it all. A world under a blanket of soft white, it was so majestic and serene and there was nothing better for somebody like me. There was nothing more precious. Everything about the snow and the winter and that whole time of year was just magical, and I couldn’t have been happier. I miss it so much now that the magic, the wonder is gone. I miss the way that things used to be. I guess that’s what happens when you live like me, do the things I do. Things just start to lose their wonder over time. That’s the way the world works.