I like you. And the other day you told me you liked me too. I know you can’t speak – but its nice to pretend. I remember the first time I met you, pondering the fire place and the glowing red fire in it as it wormed my skin, asking myself what reason there might be for it to be so cold. But there you where, right outside my window, I’d seen you around before – most days you where the reason I got sick or my hair got all frizzy, but I sill love you. You made me a better person. And I love that thing you do that lets me see my breath. I decided to take a more critical look at my surroundings, my situations, my conversations. I allowed my true self to come out. I take more time to write because of you – you also help me remember how much I love to eat soup and that felling I get when it worms the back of my throat. And after not seeing you for a wail, you give me that overlapping felling of calmness and you remind me of why I missed you so much, Its not about the look, its about the movement the pacing. You help me slow down and learn to love life, I never realized it before – but you do so much for me. Thank you winter, I’m glad your back.