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Life begins again.

The winter in Texas seems slow to come like molasses and then somehow, all at once.

Winter has always been my favorite season.

The sounds are clearer and the smells crisper.

It’s more than pumpkin frappuccinos and Christmas lights.

It’s a way of life. Comfort.

Winter is the smell of something crunchy and gooey in the oven,

an extra throw blanket or two on the bed,

the dog at your feet,

leaves crunching under your boots,

body heat warming you,

your breath in the air,

never waking up early enough to scrape the frost off of the windshield,

shorter days,

naked trees,

intimate gatherings,

layers,

laughter,

love,

and light.

It’s been said that life seems to begin again in the Summer, but the opposite must be true.

Life begins again in the winter.

–S.

Beginning Again.

An excerpt from a letter that I wrote years ago to my then best-friend who went into the Air Force.

I asked your mom for your address a week ago, and then nothing. Because a part of me doesn’t know what to say to you. I don’t want to say anything. Another part of me wants to tell you everything that has happened since I turned twenty-three. I want to be your friend.

For a really long time now, probably ever since you left, I’ve been angry with you. I think we’ve done a shit job of keeping our friendship alive. I know that I’ve been a shitty friend, holding on by a thread.

I’m a hard person to love. You’re a hard person to love too.

But I also know that you’re currently doing one of the hardest things you’ve ever done in your life.

I know that you’re scared. I know that you are lonely. I know that you are determined, and that you have that mean mug on. That someone forces you to be a morning person every single day. I know that you miss downloading music. I know that you want to watch One Tree Hill. I know these things. I know that you would never admit them. I know that for even five minutes, it probably feels good to hear from an old friend.

I told my cousin that I didn’t feel very close to you, and that I didn’t know the words to say. She said to just talk. About life. To be a friend – because we all need a friend. We all just want to talk and know that someone cares. Even us, those people who have spent a lifetime shutting everyone out. Because no one measures up, right? Wrong.

It turns out that we are not supposed to measure up to anything. We are just supposed to be human.

–S.