Hope for Snow

It is amazing to dream of things that could have been. However it begins to turn into heartache once you realise how futile that is.

Snow is a wonder that comes when one does not expect it to come. It brings dreams to reality, whether it is only for that short while or everlasting.

I have been running from my demons continuing to move forward and think towards the future. I was fortunate enough to have experience snow for the second time in my life. It might have been short lived, but I enjoyed it. It came with its challenges but was always fascinating. Not the easiest to hold nor the most practical. It made me happy that I could see it in its few forms before it faded away.

It was something that I could have fun with and indulge doing leisure activities. Those moments remain with me as strong memories expressing fun and intimacy with the exception of being open to all possibilities and where they could lead me.

The exploration through the unknown brought about excitement and adrenaline. It was something that I once believed that I could keep to myself. The sad conclusion is that it was there for everyone to share and enjoy.

The one thing that I know for certain is that I will always have hope for our next encounter…