walk

it's the kind of cold that makes your legs red when you come inside.

it's the kind of cold that makes you sniffle a little.

it's the kind of cold that wonders if you'd like a cup of green tea.

it's the kind of cold that suggests you light a candle.

it's the kind of cold that stops your fingers from typing properly.

it's the kind of cold that lingers, lightly, on the tops of your toes.

it's the kind of wind that echoes around your ears.

it's the kind of wind that reminds you of both silence and your favorite songs.

it's the kind of wind that leaves your hair with more curls than before.

it's the kind of wind that remains in your fingers for more than a few minutes.

it's the kind of wind that pushes leaves around with grace and agility.

it's the kind of wind that makes home feel like a sanctuary.

it's the kind of walk that makes you think about what's inside rather than out.

it's the kind of walk that pulls your eyes away from the road to watch small things.

it's the kind of walk that makes you wonder about birds.

it's the kind of walk that asks you to pick up a leaf or two.

it's the kind of walk that reminds you what it's like to take time with something.

it's the kind of walk that starts and ends just as it is supposed to.