The whole idea used to make me feel warm,
Pleasant smells filling every corner of every room.
Something better than any feeling,
Something perfect with so much simplicity
Frosty houses with untouched snow grazing rooftops.

You told me the frigid weather irritates you
Piercing through your back as you walk
But I disagreed,
The beautiful complexity of razor sharp icicles
Drooping delicately over window seals
Filled every single inch of my body with joy

Traces of scented baked goods
Reminded me of my childhood,
The playful aroma bouncing around the house

But now the idea of of the arctic chill occupies my mind
Making me cold with every thought
The image of melted snowmen and snow angels
Back then it was peaceful, calm almost.
Like my view was a painting.
Grey smoke rushing out of chimneys hitting bright snow

But it’s not like that anymore.
No more peaceful saturdays and picture perfect memories,
Responsibility taking over every day

It seems to be like it was only yesterday I believed everything was fine
Like there was nothing under my skin but light
But now, when I think about it, all I see is grey.