I love this time of the year. The winters!! Most people complain about the days being shorter, how early the night paints the sky in raven, blue, and violet colors, but not me; I feel more alive when it’s dark. The weather is as close to perfection as it will ever get. It seems like everything I touch, everything I inhale, everything that makes contact with my skin, with my mouth, with my mind, is infused with nostalgia. For what was, for what wasn’t, for what could be, for what is yet to be. Maybe we find hope in lights, yet, darkness & cold are powerful symbols of intense emotions. It’s also always around this time of year that I notice my dreams becoming more vivid, that I wake up remembering them in accurate detail, like they were just events from the previous day. It's surprising, how it makes me feel more alive after I am awake. The winters, makes you more vulnerable rather making you cold and emotionless. The warmth of fire, the fragrance of your blanket, the coffee beans, the old photographs, memories - happy & tainted, few old tracks ; this season brings so much with it.
