White Blanket

You know why I’m not a fan of beaches? It’s because I made direct contact with sunlight for as long as I can remember. Because I gazed upon its blinding lights for million times. Because I’ve felt its scorching hotness. Because I’ve walked under it long enough. Because it’s too hot to handle, because it makes me feel thirsty. Because everybody would be sweating like a pig as it increases its temperature.

Because it way passed warm, it has reached its point. Because I need to feel new and fresh breeze.

Because I love autumn. Because I love watching the falling leaves. Because I love seeing how they change their colors, because they turn to a new set of wonderful colors. Because I love the in between warm and cold the autumn gives. Because I love the sense of reminiscing old flames. Because I love the nostalgia ambience it causes. Because I want to feel its warmth and fuzzy effects.

Because I love the cold winter. Because I’m crazy about the idea of walking in a road covered with snow, snow, and snow. As the white spreads, like a giant cold blanket. Because I love picturing myself walking while kicking the snow. Because I love gazing how the snow covers my imaginary backyard and lake as I gaze through my window. Because I know you will hug me from behind.

Because I love how the cold turns everybody into a warm human being because they desperately want the warmness enters and completes their body. Because I love winter.

Because I want to feel the coldness, because I need to relive the warmness of life without having to torture the feelings. Because I love how natural the falling leaves and the white blanket. Because I want to feel and see them right before my eyes.