happy

the falling snow

no matter how much i hate it, it brings me home in a way only inanimate things can.

the falling snow,

the laughter in the air,

around the table.

the silly selfies.

the jokes,

light and full of love.

the walks.

the sense of belonging,

of accomplishment,

of warmth.

it fills me to the very brim.

despite the cold, i am warm.

despite the sadness, i am happy.

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