{this piece is old-- i want spring & summer rn}
this time of year sends my heart
spiraling towards nostalgia. the
powdered dusting of snow sweeping
along the streets and beneath my
shoes tugs at childhood excitement.
watching the flakes drift down
outside the windows of a familiar
restaurant warms my insides,
like the hot tea the couple behind
us is sipping. drivers creep along
roads with frosted headlights, gathering
each vehicle at a snail's pace. the street
lamps capture the glow of the white lawns
as the snow falls in buckets, casting rapid
shield of white in pure silence. the bitter
cold is buried in jackets and sharp drinks
that tingle the throat. music pumps throat veins
and tongues tire from talking and kissing. this
time of year engulfs me in enthusiasm, adventure
and wholesome reminiscence.