I doubt that that moment of happiness and peace would come back again.
I am sitting inside fearful of the same cold that once blew my mind away.
I have been fearful this winter lot more than ever before.
I look outside the window and the intensity of the cold makes me cry on the inside. There are so many things that have pulled me back, that have made me feel nothing.
This year has been one of those testing times and this winter, I have realised, we change. We change from the things that held grave importance to us once.
And we let others change with us or without us. But some things, a few little things, things which won't talk about at all to our dearest of friends or our spouses, they remain the same. We remain the same through them.
There could be no place better than the comfort of my bed and the warmth of my quilt. But I do not want to be there.
