You only ever realise that you’re missing something when you finally receive it, like a painting of black and white believing it’s colourful, until somebody splashes a bit of blue, your mind doesn’t comprehend that another way existed but the way you always were.
The weather smells like soft beginnings, like a new route opening up for you in the midst of the woods, but too slowly you can’t see it happening. You don’t know where the cold is taking you this time, but it feels like magic… it feels like love.