As the cold winds weave their way around me I find my mind wandering with them. Isn't it interesting how some people turn their backs on the cold and shiver with disgust, while I welcome it with open arms? Some people never feel the warm embrace of the sun and yet I curse in a fit of anger when I feel the sun trying to cover me from the howling winds surrounding me. I guess in a way it makes sense. If the world consisted of only one color, we wouldn't even think of it as a color at all. Just a consisting shade of something that has forever been there. And yet we only understand the importance of the shade when we are introduced to the entire rainbow. Only then can we choose to see all of the different colors, or keep the familiar color that had always been there. The cold weaves around me once again when the protective touch of the sun is blocked by the shade. All around me people feel the cold too. Their jackets and pants are clear indicators. They simply go on with their day, as if it were a normal occurrence. But since I am wearing a simple dress I feel the cold all around me, whispering stories of a life of snow on mountain tops, and ice crystal falling from the sky. I listened to their stories with an open ear, and dreamed of an unfamiliar land. Hoping one day I could follow the cold winds their, and experience it for myself.
