When winter came, my mother would never allow me to go anywhere without wearing enough clothes to suffocate a baby bear. The red of the fireplace was a contrast to how blue and gray the season felt. To drink hot drinks and warm myself up from the inside, to the tips of my fingers, was a feeling different from any other. Small mysteries that no one could explain. Not that I thought too much about it, as a child. No, back then I just really liked hot cocoa.
And the snow.
Sometimes I would pray, without even knowing how, that snow would come. My mother would always tell me how rare it was, how many years it had been, as if that would somehow convince me to stop wishing. I never stopped.
And then one day I saw her.
Long straight hair, clear eyes, dressed in a beautiful white gown. Winter looked like a bride ought to look, like a princess, like she had fallen right down the sky. With complete disregard for my mother’s words, I ran outside in the cold, wanting to see her up close. And when I left, when I left…
It was like the stars were raining down on me, caressing my face. Winter winked at me, pointing up. As if my wishes had been granted. As if she was a fairy from one of my books.
Her eyes were a promise, a promise that Winter and I, against all odds, would always meet again, under the falling crystals.
cover image by: Galibo / がりぼー (unauthorized usage)
I love you. <3 I’m so happy to have a physical copy of this in your handwriting, you really have no idea. ;A; <3