With fondness, my eyes remember...
as if it were yesterday...
waking at the crack of dawn,
walking in the dew with my thoughts,
slowly inhaling the aroma of wildflowers,
and sipping on the scents of crisp morning air.
I can still feel the warm, relaxing breeze like a smile,
hastening to embrace me with hugs.
It was love...
my first true love.
I keep wanting
to reacquaint my senses
with the comfortable sights, sounds, and flavours of Christmas;
to feel the scintillating scents brush against my skin
and to hear the crackling melodies of carols fill the air.