As the days grow shorter, and the nights become longer I am reminded of the complexities of our relationship. At first glance, I love you. You bring the cold crisp days, with sunshine filling the skies and create the natural flush against my bitter cold cheeks. You allow the days spent at my windowsill admiring the beauty of each raindrop as it falls gently against the pane of glass separating us. The typically British phrase, "shall we have a cup of tea?" becomes somewhat of a right of passage. And pyjama days are far more acceptable.
But with the cold air that you bring, there is something of a bittersweetness. For the past few years things have gotten somewhat 'tricky' around this time of year. I've been sad, and melancholy. It's been a catalyst in to a deep winter depression, and that's not okay.
This year though something feels different. I feel like I have the control over you and the away you affect me. I want to enjoy your company, not wallow in the sadness. Our time together is so short, and before we know it the spring dew will have appeared before our eyes.
So this year, lets make it count. You are a thing of beauty and you need to be enjoyed. I want to look back fondly with only happy memories, not the scars of pain you have left.
Jemma.
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