I am breathing, really breathing.

I have been forever caressed by winter, it has always been my time. It is when my blood becomes the deepest shade of crimson, and it is when my soul intensifies. I am a summer child, but I rejoice in the cold winds. I feel whole as I listen to the sounds of the waters. My heart always yearns for days like today, where I stand above the staircase and watch as sand becomes mud & emotions, concrete.