I walk on this old street

I walk on this old street



I walk on this old street of mine  as I am watching the snow fall from the sky. The sound of the wind eerily shriek as it passed me by. It was cold, unforgiving and no soul other than me to hear it. It has been so long since I have seen snow like today that a part of me somewhat misses it. I remember the days when I was young, where the days were merry, and care free. Where I would stick my tongue out to catch one of these snow flakes, curious as to what they taste like. Where I would play snow ball fights with my siblings or with my friends. I could never forget the feeling of getting hit on the face or big chunks of ice being dropped at the back of my neck. The snow would melt into ice cold water dripping into my back sending shivers to my spine. Those were the days, they were happy days, as I am smiling while thinking about them. But that was the past, and what I feel now is different.

I miss you. It is the first thing that came to my mind as I enter the house. I miss you. I want to spend time with you on a cold day like today. We would prepare soup or ramen for each other and drink hot cocoa or even coffee to warm our bodies. Maybe enjoy a desert like a cake on the side and talk about romantic dates we would do outside in the summer. We would cuddle on a couch with a good heated throw blanket while watching an old movie. We would spend the the rest of the day in bed, just like we wanted to, while the weather does its worst outside. Just spending time under the sheets, staring into each others eyes and thinking this is the only place in the world we would want to be right now.

 

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