MlleVennes

A bubble out of time, memories from a dream. . A brand new city, only a few weeks of it no longer feeling like wishful thinking when I tell people I live here. My backpack is finally unpacked, clothes in drawers and things how they should be.  One night, I finish giving a class with a smile on my lips. Turn on the shower, let the hot water drop and drip along my body.  Outside, raindrops chatter in muted echo. The day is over - the evening is starting. I arrive under the cover of darkness. Everywhere, the smell of wet asphalt and fresh grass. Then, you.   Our eyes meet and warmth spreads across our bodies. We finally meet. It has been a long time coming. A long time of waiting and hoping. Words across a page, contact through screens. It was never meant to be enough on its own. Lips meet, softly at first. A ballet of getting to know each other, of listening to a quickening of breath, a weakness in the knees, and irresistible desire. Giving in. It feels like a late

“I wonder if the snow  loves  the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says,  "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”  ―  Lewis Carroll ,  Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass   As fall settles in, spice wafting from ovens and leaves crunching, I've come to witness a surprising phenomenon. The weather seems to be getting colder but I seem to find more and more warmth. Having taken a break from this summer's camping and running has allowed me to explore more of my new home. I went out to a lake an hour out of the city on my birthday, and looked out at the mountains, swaying on a suspended bridge. In my nose, the smell of the snow tops.  Earlier this week, I stopped by a seaside market, ate a bit of fish from a merchant and sipped on a latte on the dock. I took the time then to think of the friends I share this city with

''“Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.” ''  ― Pablo Neruda Where does your mind go on the first snow? Mine goes to ways in which I chose to warm up. Light up the dark. Fall is the season to regroup and reflect, that much is for sure. It is also the season during which to gather the glowing embers of summer memories and let them melt down our defenses. This winter, may our souls glow.