Not so now.
Now the light is finer, truer, and real. It draws me in and entices me, making me want to linger longer than I should. I am often late.
Some things just demand to be seen.
As a snowy white blizzard blasts into my world, it changes. Colours, shapes, textures, temperatures, even smells.
There is more, and there is less. More intensity, less lingering.
More softness . Less definition
More shades of gray. Less of every other colour.
This wintery white world envelopes us, and dictates changes
that we must make to survive it.
It slows us down. Insulates. Isolates.
Makes us late.
Until we learn to leave earlier.
Which we do. We slowly adjust.
The first day is always the worst. The topic on everyone's tongue.
Why does - 5C feel frigid in December, and downright balmy in March?
Imagine getting used to that!
But we do.
We are proud to be part of this northern land.
And it gives us cold comfort in return.
I know I pt it somewhere, bt I can’t remember where?
It’s not nder the bed, I know, becase I jst looked there.
It’s not p in the attic, on top of the boxes and bags
They’re missing too becase I moved them
When they sddenly started to sag.
It’s crios withot it, many words don’t look qite right
Sch a simple little joiner with two arms that make things tight
A lovely sbtle sond made when yo prse yor lips
It never stops it’s fsing, wants s joined at the hips!
If yo come across it shortly, please try sending it my way
As I’m trying to end this message
And I don't want to misspell my name!
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