the world is lost again but you are here with me

the sky today was this incredible shade of blue, fading away to creamy yellow on the horizon.

i stood behind parliament for what felt like hours, watching as the river slipped below ice, a sharp juxtaposition of dark movement and solid white tranquility. through some trick of the wind, the traffic was muted, the only sounds the soft intake and exhale of my breath, and the joyful sound of chickadees, flitting between branches in search of food.

i wrote a message in the snow, three, maybe four days ago. it reads: i miss you.

today i added the word 'still.'

and tomorrow, if it's still there, i'll add 'always.'