The cold nips at my nose while the frozen wind pulls my heart strings-my home season has arrived.
Bells softly jingle my ear drums as thousands of twinkling lights illuminate the snowy path for my frozen toes to travel.
The season of giving, ice-skating, reunions, mistletoe kisses, caroling, snow angels, sled races, family recipes, warm smiles, and flannel pajamas is upon us.
My eyes fill with light, excitement, and tears as they welcome in joy and the familiar ache she has brought as her plus one for so many seasons.
It’s a strange feeling…how can it be that a heart can feel so light and so heavy at once?
Carols float in and out of rooms, and I find my mind floating, too.
Wrapped in wool, he’s sitting at the piano now.
Outside the wall of paneled glass, millions of tiny flakes are silently racing to be the first to kiss the frozen lake and ground wrapped like a bow around this cottage.
I look out to see a sea of frozen bird feeders and a silver moon reflecting off the ice. For a moment, I think even time stopped in his tracks that night.
I enjoy entertaining the thought that heaven is just a bunch of moments like that- stitched together like a warm, endless blanket warming everyone’s frozen toes somewhere.
It’s a strange feeling, having love letters to send, but no longer knowing the address for a select few you so desperately wish you could mail.
I go for a run to clear my mind, and as I slip on a piece of ice, I become overcome with a bout of unanticipated laughter and cannot stop.
In this cold, in this hurt, and in this joy… I feel more alive than ever.
My nose is filled with smells of fresh cut pines and liquid that is now dripping ceaselessly over my lips, and I embrace the mess and humor and joy in this moment.
No matter where I am, I am home in this season.
As I stand frozen in my tracks, slowly gathering myself, my eyes wander into the strangers’ yard I have paused by.
In front of their decorated tree in the window, lies a sea of frozen bird feeders. - 5 hours ago