I nursed the cappuccino at my desk all morning long. The aroma of espresso and cinnamon surrounded me. I closed my tired eyes and deeply inhaled. I purred a quiet "mmm". All of a sudden, I was taken back to a brief moment in my life so many years ago.
Snowflakes falling around me.
Excitement in the air.
Colorful lights in store windows.
Exchanging grins with strangers.
Wishing for first kisses that never came.
Falling in love.
Trying not to fall in love.
Lipstick stains on coffee mugs.
Second Cup on Graham.
The smell of coffee and cinnamon
and feeling so good to be alive
as the snowflakes danced around me
and the cold air fogged up my glasses.
Wishing I could hold mitten covered hands,
wishing someone could see how beautiful everything can be.
Confessing everything in my old notebook.
Ink stains on my fingers and a smile on my face.
The years may have dulled me. If I look close enough, I can still see the beauty and feel excitement. In winter, I still feel like falling in love and walking mittened hand in mittenhand while looking at pretty lights and sharing a hot coffee that tastes of cinnamon.
I don't ask for much. Good memories, a good cup of coffee, and maybe ... just maybe ... you'll kiss me on a snowy winter day and hold my mittened hand.