I breathe the crisp cold air into my lungs
Snowflakes gently falling from the sky
I think of all the adventures and songs we sung
I sip on my coffee and reminisce on the moment we said goodbye
So much love and warmth when we're all together
A good laugh was never far away
Rain, snow, or shine, it didn't matter the weather
It was always going to be a magnificent day
Running through the streets to try & catch tours
To laughing uncontrollably and getting high in coffeeshops
We did it all, even if we were unsure
Don't even get me started on the amazing Walk to Wok
The memories we made will last forever
All of our moments staying close to my heart
I'm most excited for our next endeavour
These past two weeks were a work of art
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THESE PAST TWO WEEKS WERE A WORK OF ART - What a positive view of life! It reminds me of Octavio Paz saying the goal of surrealism was to turn poets into living poems; but you don't burden it with intellectual baggage - it's all delightfully spontaneous. I lived the event through your words - good company, good wine, good touch - and then the aura of memory to extend the experience - We live three times - in time, in memory, in art.