December

slow, sweltering, solemn days the winter turns the skies cloud-grey at four o'clock now recently, i've found myself missing how it was. they say nostalgia is the heart's way of reminding you of something you once loved. but why did no one ever tell me? that you only yearn for something after it has succumbed. nevertheless, i, and all must realise it is only when we decide to surrender control do we tame the mind and it is only when we breathe each breathe whole do we see the beauty of time so i kiss the back of my hands and thank all they do for me and decide to name nostalgia a blessing among all the others i love and receive today i trust that just 'being' is simply enough for letting go does not leave me empty handed but instead fills my soul with everything i need.