I remember December back home playing in the snow,
I was young, and we had a week off of school.
Freeze warnings.
This isn't important, the fact alone that I had school off is not important-
it is the way how I felt during that week in time.
I can go back to that and remember whites,
broken tree branches hanging off the limbs like icicles.
My backyard was a snowy tundra.

My heart beats just as fast as it did back then.
It pulsates.
It thickens.
Sometimes it slows down when I'm listening to what you have to say
so I can pick up every single word.
Other times it quickens.
You know the feeling?
The moments?
The moment.

I had brown hair back then.
I still do.
My hair is incredibly thick, it absorbs all water like a ShamWow.
It still does.
Run your fingers through it.
I don't gel it anymore.
Back then there was snow in my hair,
I was making snow angels;
the next day it snowed so hard the angel flew away.
I didn't know she flew off to meet me somewhere along the timeline. 

I had small hands then. I still do.
But a little bigger, I'll admit.
These hands hold magic.
Then and now.
In my imagination and in reality.
My hand fits perfectly in the middle of your shoulders.
Feel the hand slowly move up, to the right,
and start to pull, brace, and ease, massaging your stress away.
I didn't have any stress as a child.
I had rosy cheeks.