It's a few days into December, and hardly any snow has fallen. This is sooo upsetting to me! If it does fall, I'm usually always at work or coming home from work, so I never get to actually enjoy it. I miss the afternoons when I could be home, stay in my cozy clothes all day, and bake cookies. Snow would be falling in fluffy flakes, my Christmas music would be playing, and everything felt right. Nothing wakes me up like walking out the front door to chilled, crisp, fresh, winter air. There's a comfort to winter that has a hold on me, a comfort all its own.
The other night, I was watching a Hallmark Christmas movie- I don't remember which one, but it was a typical sappy love story that tied in with finding some holiday spirit and it got me thinking/daydreaming. The thought of walking along a street, snow falling, people passing, inhaling that amazingly chilled air, to have a hand find yours through the crowd. As you turn to identify the person connected to the hand, you're pleasantly surprised to find that it's that person. The person who brings an instant smile to your mouth, strikes you weak at the knees, who's voice is instant comfort, who's eyes light up as they meet yours- your person. With the white of the snow contrasting against your surroundings, colors come to life. Their eyes are brighter, lips more lush and pink, cheeks beautifully flushed- it's all incredible. With your hand in theirs, your fingers lace. Smiles held to your faces, you continue along the road. Together.
When I think of this, I picture one person in particular bringing this to reality for me-
I adore this guy.
Well, I suppose I should be getting ready for work. I think I'll continue daydreaming- it makes everything so much more enjoyable!
J.
