The wind is whistling past my windows, creating an almost musical whir over the sound of Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons" playing at a moderate volume on my computer. They say it may snow this evening, but I hope it holds out until the morning. Besides the unpleasantness caused by having to scrape ice off my car windows, one of the few joys of the season comes from catching the first snowflake on my tongue.

I don't mind that my life is punctuated by these fleeting moments of beauty and childlike abandon. I only wish there was a world where nothing else existed but those times.

I've had an old friend try to reach out to me recently. Lying in bed last night, staring at the ceiling in a vain attempt to talk my body into sleeping, I realized we have known each other for over 10 years at this point. He remains one of the few people that has been my friend for that long; someone I've allowed to watch me grow, change and make mistakes.

He married someone that I don't approve of, she's incredibly wary and jealous of me, and it's been over a year since we've had any sort of real conversation. I love this man, he's very important to me, and I've over the past year I've forgotten just how much he really does mean to me. I miss him and I hope that his attempting to reforge that bond means that he's willing to stand up for himself and let me back into his life. I'm not getting my hopes up, though.

So here's to old friends. Here's to hope. Here's to new friends - the ones I've met and the one's I've yet to meet. And here's to that first snowflake of the season.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Wednesday, November 15, 2006.