It was the first day of December.
Snow fell in ruthless abundance. The white blanket enveloped everything in a cold embrace, shutting doors, windows and eyes that had remained ever so welcoming till now.
The remains of autumn existed now only in memories and pictures. Polaroid pictures were strung up on fairy-lights as little tokens of the past, christmas decorations were pulled out and dusted off and hung on the tree as was the norm every year. People left and people arrived. People gave and received. People loved and were loved.
But my heart imitated the frosty weather despite its desperate want for warm sensations.
Hello everybody,
I've had a few inquiries about the constant switches in tenses when it comes to the narration. These are not mistakes - I want to give a distorted sense of time and place.
I hope you are all enjoying the "story" so far.
Love,
S.
