Key To The Blue Flame

It is the month of January, the air is coarsely chilled and the streets fill with people who try to get to their destinations as quickly as possible with the strong intent of fleeing from this crisp white weather.

My lips also experience an un-moisture due to the climate but still I raise the corners of my mouth. Watching the passer-bys walk away from something I love the most, the winter and all its mystical colorless beauty.

The cold never really seemed to bother me for some reason it felt like it gave me energy. It's like the winter brings a rebirth to the world by freezing it, making it able to experience and create new life that arrives in the spring.

The beauty of a completely pallid surrounding engulfs me filling me with a warming force. The soundless breeze intertwines with my dark locks lending it pure life for a swift but sweet moment.

Tears threaten to cascade due to the sharp wind that slaps my face but still my devotion does not cease for this time of year. The sight of the nature is like a myth while I cup my hands with the shapeless snow and look to the grayish evening sky, snow still continues to baptize the ground and the bare hibernating trees.

The snow gives such evenness and balance that allows winter to be perfect. The winter is the beginning and the end of something in our mere four seasons.

"Jesse you okay you're spacing out again?"

I then look at my slightly concerned best friend Becca and remember we just finished all our classes and was walking home from a long day at our university.

"Oh yeah perfectly fine just thinking again," I reassure.

"You seriously have to stop doing that. Don't go into deep thought while you're traveling. You want to get hit by a bus or something and plus you look like a zombie."

 "Well that's what I have you around for Beck," I state as a matter of a fact.

She just snorts and rolls her eyes.

"Whatever," she says brushing it off. "Are you coming to hang out with us, Kellcee is having a little get together. There will be drinks and boys," she chimes.

What she doesn't get is that doesn't appeal to me as much as it does to her.

 "Sorry can't, I have to finish my term paper, Next time."

"You're never any fun but whatever your loss, call you later."

I wave bye to Becca and continue to walk down the very familiar route home while thinking how much Becca exhausts me because she always wants to do something.

Finally arriving at my overly aged apartment complex I drag my tired feet up the uneven concrete steps and with much trouble open up the rusted lock to the front door of the complex, happy that my key didn't break in the frozen ancient aged lock. I laugh to myself, this place is really way past needing to be bulldozed but I can't complain.

The rent is so cheap and on a college student's income I couldn't afford anything else. The exterior looks so abandoned with its old rustic bricks walls falling apart with many missing from the sides and brick-dust colored the snow with a little red tint.

You can basically pull one out of the wall. The inside which makes up of a long narrow hallway which is only dimly lit with one tiny ceiling light which goes out time to time. The walls only consist of a severely chipped greenish, grayish, brownish paint which I believe is wise not to touch.

The tiles of the floor are always dirty and most of them are broken with little loose shards here and there on the floor but other than that the inside of my apartment is pretty decent.