The snow can’t wipe away the memories of what happened in that magical summer in our hearts. Close your eyes for a few seconds until you hear the sound of the birds and feel the grass on your naked skin getting louder and louder.
Remember that perfect moment when all was peaceful, and the connection between you and earth was a comforting bond. When it was just you and me. I feel like I can almost touch this moment; it’s still so vivid and clear. I treasure it and keep it close to me in all its beauty. Oh, you sweet melancholy!
I imagine holding the magic to make it happen again if you agree to believe in us. In my daydreams, the snow melts the instant you turn around and there it is: The tickling grass, the wind playing with my hair, the freedom to be and the lightheartedness of a moment of pure and utter happiness. I hear the sweet sound of you laughing, and I wish it were not just in my head.
Why is it that we either wait for the most beautiful moments to happen, or they are memories? Why isn’t there a pause button so we can stay in a moment forever and not let evanescence win over the perfect beauty of a moment without worries?
But you are not here, and the snow feels cold and harsh on my skin. The warm memories disappear and leave me feeling frozen inside. Wherever you are: I do remember that summer, help me to bring it back. I don’t accept the possibility of this being an impossibility without giving it a million more tries. It will work, it has to work because I am still me and you must still be you.
Pictures: Philipp Mueller
