A memory of coolness for me

  Primping for one last good night to the cool wintery
air until tomorrow.
 
  Saying my echoing hello to all who are listening. A
sigh as I step into the stinging wind. In my silence
I stand tall. Murmuring a memory.

  Closing eyes to only envision, to feel. Only hope
I am not the only one experiencing event. Some
where, somehow someone else is too. Not too
observant of anyone else outside. Just feel as though
it is me and darkness.

  A sight to behold. Paleness circled by cinnamon
strands dressed in olive and denim. Eyes closed.
Just breathing. Hoping. Dreaming.

  Silly I am certain, I may seem, to my neighbors
but calm and comforted I am. My heart stone for
moment. All I can be happy for. Still a cocky smile
would warm the eyes and melt the emotions.

   Still not allowing disappointment to rule the
grand escapade I am running on. Don't dare permit
the negative thought to control where I hope, dream
to be. Just contain the thoughts for a while longer.

  A moment of my own. Standing against railing.
Rumbling down staircase to lean back against the
cold brick wall. Ah chills lead up my spine and tingle
to core. Hmm. Perhaps. Ah just once I sly smile
creases over my lips.

  Hmm. No ah yes. Blink and quiet. Shh. Best to
keep a memory fading faster than to hold on, right?
Oh please just say let go.

  Walking down sidewalk. Only on a few cracks then
back up the staircase to landing. Bouncing back up
into apartment. So energized that I hoped, that
I achieved some satisfaction. Enjoyed some moment
in time, all for me.

  So yes. A prayer for you. A hope for you. A
thought always for, of you. A dream of hope for me.
A smile that gives way to wonder. A laughter that
echoes deep to your spirit.

  Yes I know it is there. All to see. All to feel.

             So how does it feel for you?