When I close my eyes I smell winter. This song reminds me of days passed:
I used to go out at night when I was a kid exploring the new alien neighborhood the snow bestowed upon my old one. I remember the single large ‘back yard’ the block of tight houses shared. The big willow tree in the middle of it. The blue street light reflection on the snow. The taste of it. The smell of my grandmother’s cooking behind her bright yellow windows (she lived next door). The anticipation of hot chocolate prepared by someone else. Of Christmas on the horizon in the dark winter solstice days. I remember anticipating visits and parties with my family, my parents, my parents of parents- my parents of parents of parents even. I could feel their life and their warmth waiting for me, somewhere indoors, back then. Love as warm as the glow from The Golden Girls on their evening television sets. I remember feeling all of this, amidst the smell of winter, under the blue light of early December night.