While riding down the highway in the passenger seat, the full moon's beams shone brightly enough to trick my eyes - 'twas as if a blanket of snow sheathed the bordering terrain. This full moon has by far been the most luminous as far back as I can remember. And as much as I hate the cold, maybe my subconscious is punishing me for my longing to remain in a summer state of mind year-round, forcing anticipation for that first dusting of snow.
Cold. The word itself makes one feel lonely and hunger for the feeling of warmth, to have someone to warm you.
If you have someone, the cold may be your closest friend. But then again, it will prove to be your worst enemy in the case of the unrequited.
Staying warm.
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