That mist of cloud when its cold,
makes me feel alive again.

I feel 9.
Winter, waiting for my teacher to let me in the classroom.

I am 15.
Kissing the cold lips of my girlfriend as I put my jacket over her.

I am 19.
It's 3 am and I'm walking back from the library.

I am this old and I think about that cold cloud I exhale,
after taking a big breath.