Winter does not last forever..

Winter does not last forever. The chilled wind comes and then goes. Red noses turn into stuffed ones as I sniffle from the pollen as plants bloom in spring. 3 months further along noses will turn red again peeling from the sun. I learn to have fun, to smile as I sweat. Winter does not last forever. Yet sometimes, even in the blazing sun I am stuck right where the chilled wind left me. Swimming with floaties turns to drowning underneath the ice as my friend's skate right above me. The cracks in the ice let in a safe air but my hypothermia isn't supposed to be anyone else's heat exhaustion - it's just my hypothermia.

I think winter last as long as I've conditioned myself to let it. Enjoying summer feels like high infidelity to my winters. At some point between the changes of the seasons I began to miss the way my lips turned purple. I long for the goose bumps on my arms in place of the freckles in which the sun had kissed me with. I find so much comfort in the cold that warmth has become suffocating. I'll bath in ice just to the spark the snowflakes within me again. After I'll turn around and invalidate my winters like the North Invalidates the South's.

Winter does not last forever but it finds its place throughout calendar's and comes around whenever it can. Different conditions, different temperatures, different storms. Winter is a teacher of strength and resources. Winters are escapable but I can escape who I've accustomed myself to be because of them. Winter does not last forever, but my winter may live inside of me for the rest of my life.