Just as well you started me listening to this. Your words moving me to write my own. The soft wind blows tonight, chilly on my skin, yet I’m warm in the comfort of my room. Didn’t we speak about this? I asked you what you felt about the exact scenario I’m in tonight. You said the person in the scene seemed content. I agreed.
You have me smiling today, as you did yesterday and the day before. When just a week ago I wondered what I was doing in all of this. I haven’t grinned to myself like this for a long time. It feels… foreign. Silly. Naive. But tonight, it feels okay. It feels right.
It’s quite funny that I haven’t even seen you yet. Not really. I wonder if the next time I read this, will things have changed? Will we still be talking? I guess it doesn’t really matter. Each moment in my life, each person – a touch point that leaves an impression. Like a snowflake of memory, frozen in the way we choose to remember it, unique in its bizarre patterns, beautiful in its symmetry.
Of course, there is a way I want things to turn out. After all, it’s been so long, I can barely remember how it felt at all. But I’m grateful for what I’ve had so far.
So while it’s not exactly what the song meant, I think… I almost dare to have some hope in this.
Musings of a Raven 