swell season

She stood there in the midst of everything, despite the theory of everything working against her, and for the first time in the longest time, she really felt January- I mean, really felt it. The crisp air stroking her skin and the millions of tiny, clouded crystals collapsing from the sky and falling all over her. She felt all of it and wanted to go on feeling it for ever- the feeling of that single moment, standing out in a big, open space, way out there, looking up at the season which was blooming above her head. January was everywhere. She could see it in the trees.

They stood in line like stiff soldiers, waiting patiently for change as if each one was an empty canvas wishing for spring. She wanted to be more like them, so she stretched her arms out wide and scooped up the air and began to spin around and around, hoping that she might end up in some sort of parallel universe, or somewhere far, far out in space. Oh, to be lost out there- to be completely and utterly lost, instead of always knowing precise directions of how to end up absolutely anywhere and actually arriving almost every time.

Where was I going anyway? Where would this snow-coated pathway take me and what did this year have in store for me? Maybe I didn’t want to be lost, after all. Maybe I just wanted to find my way home, or maybe I was waiting for something, or someone, to lead me there. I scooped it all up and held it close. I stood there and thought about everything that I could possibly think about in a single moment. I felt all of the feelings and I felt January- I mean, really felt it. I looked at the road in front of me and wondered how I had gotten there in the first place and where on earth I thought I was even going.

Home.

I wanted to go home.

Darling, take me home. It’s where I’ve been longing to be.

All this time, we’ve been burning up time as if it belonged to us. Haven’t you ever thought about how we might shine brighter on the moon?