So two days ago I’m walking around in short sleeves; some people are wearing shorts. The sun is warm, we’re in the 70’s. A wind is blowing, it is March after all. But weather, as it so often does in Colorado, is gearing for a change.
Today it is overcast and chilly. Cloud-dandruff is starting to fall every so often. Infrequent, but it’s there. Look out people, snow is on the way.
And all I can think of is curling up in front of the fire with Mitchel and telling him how much I love him. Except there is no Mitchel. Hasn’t been for a few years now. And still I miss his presence in my life.
Next month is the anniversary of our saying good-bye. My eyes mist over with the memories of that last day.
I suppose it’s only fitting that the weather outside becomes cold and miserable as my heart chills and I near that point in the calendar when I sit and recall our days together.
I miss him.