A Perfect Memory

I have always wanted a snow day.

I find that the difference between seasons has always left me astounded, I can never have too much of one season it bores me.

Therefore, towards the end of the long and warm summer days where the sun doesn’t set until nine, and conversations about far-fetched dreams all seem possible; I am day dreaming about falling into a pile of crisp autumn leaves. Being able to wear those wool

en scarves that if you take them off and bundle them up you can also use as pillows and sleep anywhere and when you don’t have to be scared of little bees swapping around you because they go to sleep as the sun sets on autumns eve.

However as soon as all the leaves around town are that beautiful rusty red color I’m imagining the days spent in front of the fire place drinking hot chocolate, and watching harry potter marathons while looking outside to a forever winter wonderland. And not too soon past that do I start to vent about my love for spring flowers and all that is beautiful in this world coming to life during that season.

Like I said… I love the difference in seasons. However, this past month the winter we’ve had is a little late to the game, what with the cloudy Christmas we had and what looks like a white spring we are going to have.

One thing that I have always regretted after the winter comes and goes is my lack of time spent playing in the snow. I never either have company to encourage me to go out or the time when it snows. Last night however, I busted my ass trying to get up to your hill, and we spent one of what I can easily call my favorite nights. Having snow ball fights, tackling one another into the snow, sledding and then swimming could not have been a more perfect combination to my already long day then we had to add the moment in which you asked me to lay down in the snow with you and stare up at the snow. How terrifying it seemed, you said, the white canvas with white flakes dropping down at us. You asked me to open my mouth and try and catch it all, and that’s what I did. In those few moments as we laid there, beaming like children, and eating up all the little flakes, I thought about how nothing has ever made me as happy in this lifetime as that moment right there. So pure, so real and so genuine. I thought back to how you always said snow makes you the happiest version of yourself and I finally not only got to see it in its fullest effect I also understood what you meant because you being around me, you conversing with me, you make me the happiest version of myself. So I looked over to my right as I saw you laying there mouth open and eyes wide open staring at the snow, I pulled myself closer to you and kissed you in the snow. Because you’re everything, and that memory will forever be imbedded into my brain because it was everything,