This past year I’ve come to enjoy things I didn’t before: horror, matinee movies. I feel like I’m becoming more connected to my writing side. I haven’t been in a while. It’s that time of year again– I love the winter, but it’s almost over. I’m already missing it. Soon the window will be open all the time because we live on the top floor. But I love the searing heat of summer too. It burns the skin, melts the flesh beneath slowly. It feels like fighting, just to breath in those days and I long for it, just as I will long for the winter chill when months pass from this one.