winter

I can’t escape this longing for a bitter cold winter. My body craves that deep chill, the wind rushing through a bulky knit sweater, raising goosebumps on my skin. I miss my snow boots, my heavy rugged snow boots. My heart aches for the day-long silence after a snow fall and the deafening peace that envelopes my own little world. I want to snowshoe, to build snow creatures, to ski, to push my body until it aches. The dull, all consuming ache that tells me I’m alive. The ache that is only soothed by a calm snow fall, numbing winter winds and the warmth of a roaring fire. Winter I am waiting for you.