Unexplained Feelings - Blog Posts

"This is the season of holding on,

Of wrapping your hands

around the warmth of a dream

That refuses to fade

even as the cold settles in"

DAMN OK --

The weather is frosty—

breath trails like unspoken prayers,

straight smoke rising,

soft and sure as forgiveness.

The air tastes of sugar-glazed cranberries,

sweet but sharp,

like the memory of a love

too wild to tame,

too tender to forget.

Every step crunches,

a hymn beneath winter’s breath,

the world stitched in frost,

its edges trembling,

alive with the silence of waiting.

This is the season of holding on,

of wrapping your hands

around the warmth of a dream

that refuses to fade,

even as the cold settles in.