I miss invierno. For most it’s cold and quiet. It makes people want to stay home. Drink warm drinks and bury yourself in a dozen blankets.
My winter is not like that. My invierno is warm and full of laughter. It’s sunny days and the bluest ocean. It’s the sight of bright green everywhere you look. It’s bikinis and bare feet. It’s tanning and gossip. It’s feeling the warmth everywhere inside you.
Invierno is the time for storms. Brightness always comes with some darkness. Waking up to the smell of rain. Watching the clouds come closer, and closer. It’s almost never cold though, even with the rain. The windless rain.
It’s the sounds for me. The sound of people laughing. The waves breaking nearby. The rare wind singing. The sound of the rain making music when it hits. The trembling thunders bring with them. A symphony of happiness.
My invierno is my home. My home is close now and she’s coming as fast as she can.
Back to myself 