Happiness

Christmas time, gold and white, has arrived in town. Always joyful and always pretty; it was time for coming back. I was wishing to see the snow covering my dearest mountain peaks. I was wishing meeting the old faces, old streets and old cold winds. And dressed with my illusions I arrived my old place.

But, however, during my absence something seemed to be changed. For I wasn't able to feel like  home  once again. Suddenly all my time abroad seems to fade away, like a dream in the morning or like passed life memories. Some strange out-time summer has taken my Christmas of me. City streets, despite of lights, were flooded with lead grey air. There's no white around the peaks and noone has seen the rain.

 It's not my town, It's not my place cause there's something that I miss. Something I once had but won't return to me. Maybe it didn't looked important whereas it was around. Maybe I didn't know I had it until it was already lost. Because it's the strangest feeling and, of all, the most unknown.

River- Joni Mitchell