winter and I and him

I zip up the throat of my coat and pull the collar tight to protect the back of my neck against the sleet and wind. These weeks have been indecisive, transitioning from sun to snow at a moments notice. It's almost as if winter is hesitant to fully let go and unleash itself on this city. 

Yet still time presses on, from day to day pulling it's chord from times past to this present, and then on to the future. I find myself slipping easily into a routine of sleeping, waking, working, and being with mon cher. Life with him seems as natural as breathing. 

I feel as if I have a winter in my soul. A winter that sits heavily on the landscape of my heart, causing a stillness that is tangible.

His would be the spring to come. The one who makes it okay to let go.