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The edge of winter finds me seasoning my guts with lemon, ginger and honey — and a hopeless longing for warm hands, summer sun and wanderlust money.
I can’t stand the cold. I resent being made to shiver and curse at this ridiculous life. By late November, my bones are already struggling to bare the drop in temperature. The imposing shadow of dark December lurking along the horizon — does nothing to ease my mind or soothe my soul.
Today, at 3:30 in the afternoon, I spied a crescent moon above bottle green leaves — against an icy blue sky. Then a pale orange, candyfloss cloud floated on by. All at once, life became sublime like Sunday mornings— and fading hopes began to flutter once again like butterflies.
Within what seemed — just a few blinks of my eyes, darkness had fallen without a single star yet in sight.
I measured the fleeting hope of those moments — and thought of you and I.
Gazing into the sky — feels like getting lost inside the eyes of somebody you love. It’s a vibe. A silent, soulful exchange that cuts through all the noise in the world.
My essence gravitates towards romance and nostalgia, I have always let their scents cling to my skin and take me away like perfume or symphonies. But, resurrection is not…
