sea dream studio

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.