I have a ring. It's a midnight blue, the metal inside smooth and domed to feel comfortable, and the words carved in saying "Winter Wolf". It occupies my left middle finger, since it is loose or tight on any other finger. I'd like to think it holds my alter ego, Winter Wolf, who's name I share on the Internet if I make it by choice, and would not hesitate to use in real life. It's a good ring. A ring with a name.
So as soon as the Supreme Court made it legal to marry someone of the same sex, I was thrilled and lost in thought.
My ring I've had for a while, and sometimes considering it as a personality of sorts. But it got me thinking: Why did I get it? It really is just a normal, custom-carved, size 7 or 8 ring. It wouldn't be too special to anyone else, but it is to me.
It also produced the thought that maybe it could be a future engagement ring, or that its future might be somewhere embedded in my heart and on my hand as a sign of love, rather than a sign of split-minds. Or that maybe Winter is trying to tell me something, but being cryptic and subtle. Or that as soon as the news became known, it might've given me a hint at who I am. Whatever the case, it seems worth noting.
But I think the ring has something to do with it. Not in a bad way. Just in a "hey listen" sort of way. If it really does contain Winter, than it may know about me than I do myself. And if that's the case it may be trying to tell me something, or leading me in the direction to find myself.
You may think I'm crazy but it's true. But really doesn't matter. I love my ring.
It's a ring like no other.
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