Would the cold of winter make us stronger?
It seems the quiet coldness of winter brings a sense of grounded reality to any situation. Each day and each second is a struggle in the winter; you earn every sliver of your memory. The warmer seasons lend themselves to dreamlike sequences where memories blend into each other.
Winter memories are cold and real, but you never remember the cold, just the real. Constricting pupils force a sharp perception of everything during our frosting. This in turn, allows one to notice all of the fine imperfections that are so excusable in the pleasant warmth. Is it winter when I'm awake and summer when I'm dreaming?
Would have loved to have caught her in the fall.
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