Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Sometimes I wonder how it would be to travel back in time,
not just to another place and era, but to a feeling.
Imagine a snowy afternoon, near twilight, the sun 
smoldering at the very edge of the day.
Imagine a breathless feeling, a knowing
that life is such a golden gift,
a treasure so dear the knowledge
of it nearly ignites in your chest.
Imagine the beautiful weight
of possibility, the sound 
of silvery runners over the snow.
~♥~
Winter days are for dreams,
for small excursions of the mind
when the world is cold and quiet.

2 comments:

Leah C said...

Just beautiful:)

Jan Vermillion-Thomason said...

That's why i love you - your outlook on life.

i've been missin the friend that I LOVE!!!!

:)

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