As the temperature drops
and things seem to get a bit more quiet,
I can hear songs echo
in the back of my head.
I think of my family at this time…
and the home I left behind…
The weather gets colder yet I miss the snowy windows I’d always find myself waking up to.
It’s the holidays
and while the world rushes around looking for things to buy–I stay inside.
And it’s warm. And soft.
And I play those songs that have been echoing in my head.
Thinking of my family;
thinking of my friends.
—Natalia Lee, a holiday poetry contest I once entered