So many memories
So many tears
This is where I feel her the most,
She is with me.
The sharp smell of pine that refreshes your busy mind,
The ice berg air that turns the tips of your body a rosie red.
The crunch of the soft ice beneath your heavy feet.
The sense of adventure everywhere,
As I play in her playground,
I feel her presence
And it takes me back to when we were j making snow angels in the white fluff together
But now ik that I have a real angel laying next to me with a smile so bright it could melt the snow.
My vision of her may be taken, but the overwhelming feel of her warmth will always be present.