Wonderstruck

There's a window in your room and when you open it, the frigid winter air surges in and goosebumps form on your arms. Nonetheless, you put your head out the window and peer into the inky black of the woods, the moon eerily reflecting off of the freshly fallen snow. You can barely make out the frosted tips of the trees, everything dusted in five inches of fluffy heaven. Memories of summer resurface. The flawless, carefree days spent with your best friend. Sleeping in past noon. It was all so perfect and you didn't have to worry about homework, classes, drama, or school events. But you welcome the winter gladly. It's the perfect time to hide under blankets and sweatshirts and sweatpants and to warm up with hot cocoa. You are wonderstruck at the beauty of winter. You look forward to the weekends, waking up to a wonderland in your backyard. The simple feeling of coming inside from a long day at school and shutting the front door to the gray world trying to creep in and haunt you is so satisfying. You feel cozy during winter, because you can settle down, go with the flow, and do your own thing. All of a sudden the chill becomes too cold to bear. You shut the window, and close off your room to the harsh yet beautiful season. Even though you'd rather not, you bring your mind back to reality. Winter is closing in, and it's bittersweet. The only thought that consoles you is that soon enough you'll be settled into the silence of winter. You put Owl City on on your iPod and fight through another night of insomnia.


Just dreaming of winter.