I’ve found myself experiencing a strange sensation. Deep inside despite the biting wind and the slush something warm and bright is blossoming. It’s the thought of a new life.
I don’t know exactly what it will be like. But the mere anticipation of change warms me better than any hot cocoa with cinnamon. While it’s getting colder outside, my inner world is filling with color. I imagine changing my usual routine, discovering new names, cities, and scents. It feels like preparing for a long-awaited journey the kind where the ticket is already in your pocket.
Thoughts of the future are my own personal fireplace. I sit by that fire and smile. Let everything old, spent, and unnecessary stay in this November. I am moving forward.
Let the wind howl outside; let the puddles glaze over with a thin crust of ice. I’m not cold. I have a dream, and it keeps me warm from within. Everything is about to change. I can feel it in every fiber of my being. A new chapter is already being written, and I can’t wait to read it.