I remember
when snow wasn’t so cold,
and flurries meant relaxation,
a day free of worries
with no obligations.
When moonlight was warm,
for I had not yet glanced
upon any dark sides.
Things were light,
and my mind, quiet.
When a computer
opened doors to adventure
and I had to build my social media
by myself.

I swear, this isn’t supposed to be a reminiscence.

I remember
when I smiled without acting,
and laughed without thinking,
I could think without guessing.
I spoke truth without confessing.
Somehow, I lacked burdens
and birds could stop me
with a simple whistle.

I want to feel it again,
the soft slide of hot chocolate
in my gullet,
of stew in my stomach
while snow dims the noise
and a book, a game,
a good time
becomes my mind.