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.