It is raining, turning the snow into melting piles of slush. There is white covering the ground all around and as the fog thickens and the rain falls harder it slowly begins to fade away.
The untainted purity of it is slowly becoming tainted the way the harsh realities of life can cloud up the sweet memories of yesteryear. It’s funny what you miss - simple smiles and the sound of a voice that suddenly become so distant that you struggle to reach out into the void of all they’ve left behind to get even just a small piece of it back.
Growing up you want to ask for all the impossible things for Christmas – all that you want is what you know you cannot get - like more time. All I would have wanted was more time before the snow (and everything) all melted away too soon.
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