walked to the store in the snow
there's a slight breeze and it's snowing lightly. the magical kind that only happens at night beneath streetlights and between tree branches when everything seems perfect. when everything is perfect.
you forget mittens on purpose so you can hold hands in pockets. wind fingers together for warmth. maybe you'll slip because of it but it's worth it. the walk is better that way.
breath in the air. on skin.
winter kisses.
