The wind howls through the trees and the world outside can only be seen in black and white and a thousand shades of gray.
Light from the fire is warm and soft, flooding my mind with memories of the summer sun. I can close my eyes and feel it on my skin, like a lover, long lost, returning for one last kiss.
And isn’t it exquisite to crave the taste of summer on my tongue while surrounded by the fury of snow and ice. Far better than living in perpetual sunshine.
Just the thought of the sun’s rays on the curve of my hip, the hollow of my throat, the pulse of my wrist, is enough to see me through the darkest days of winter.
Everything on Earth could remain draped in snow for a hundred years, the summer a thing of the past. And yet, if I closed my eyes and called for it, gently, it would always return… if only for me.
2 replies on “Sunshine”
You say that only because you’re not digging your truck out of a couple feet of snow every morning 😀
Still, it would be nice to have a warm place to escape to every once in a while. If even if you never went there… just to have the option of it being there.
Love this!