As the cold, evening breezes bring the smell of approaching winter, I do not feel cold. I do not shiver or hold myself to keep warm.
In fact, I feel cozy and summery inside. For some reason a smile appears on my face and I can't help but feel happy.
I worried that the memories tied with the cold air will make me sad. I do feel sad, sometimes. I also feel happy. Thinking about the memories tied with the temperature makes me happy. The thought of new memories tied with this cold, nearing season also makes me happy.
Winter has always been my season. I shared it with Tim, just like I shared it with others.
"Summer is only Winter with You" -Pinback
I have always thought that others made winter so special for me. But I am winter and I am the joy I have come to know with the season. It's not from the person I am sharing it with. I am learning that I am the one who IS joy in winter, everyone else is the lucky bystander.
As I dread the days to come, I am also excited and anxious to see what they hold for me.
The cold weather will always act as a blanket of comfort to me.
