People always want
what they don’t have, at least, not yet.
In my case: winter.

I’ve never seen snow.
Never touched ice.
Never breathed out smoke like a dragon.
Never worn mittens and called it fashion.

Sounds fun.

Everyone says winter is sad,
depressing,
cold,
and dirty.
Which somehow makes me like it more.

I’m good at distance.
Great at staying in.
Professional at being alone
without calling it loneliness.

Winter feels like my kind of season,
when hiding is normal,
silence is acceptable,
and everyone stays home too.

I’ve been living in my cave all year anyway.
Winter would just make it official.
Winter, a season that might understand me.

• December 20, 2025