It's the first snow of the winter, and I long for you to be at my side, engulfed in my eyes and me enclosed in your embrace. I heard your voice today. Six minutes of it. You sounded...you. The you I fell in love with all those months ago. When the leaves were still on the trees and the sun still dancing in a infinite blue that we once were. It was the you that made me the me I am all these months later: a full heart, an optimistic view on this unpredictable ride. It was me and you sharing a laugh, catching up, silencing all that despair and regret and unspoken but ever-existing love. It was us for six minutes. Six minutes long enough for the blood in my veins to begin to thaw, and long enough for warmth to return to my cheeks and hands. Its the first snow of the winter and I long for you to be at my side. You are home to me. However, six minutes simply isn't long enough to lead me back.