i've been outside lately, enjoying the change of season where, finally, the nights won't be as cold anymore, and the trees won't be as dull with blooming cherry blossoms, a touch of pink in the midst of grayish brown the autumn left on the leafless branches.
for a moment, things turn out prettier that it had been the past few weeks, the wind is still blowing as hard, but the sun shines bright every now and then, which makes even the chillest day tolerable somehow.
i've been getting better, you know, at ignoring the longing, but tonight, as i curl against the last string of coldness, i choose to look back. despite all of its odds, this winter has brought warmth to my chest, and somehow, though it's standing right in front of the door, gently knocking, i'm not ready to greet spring just yet.
Memories, they take so long to erase. Will they ever even start to fade? I'm on my way. Just not today.
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