Some time my mind still lingers upon those days

from the past.

Half a day to gather fire woods,

just so we could have enough fuel to warm up a quarter of the house for half an hour.

The colder the weather,

the snugglier our hearts.

Some time I found myself easily loosing track of the time in doing small stuff

Like watching a cat purring inside your arms

or the hands molding Papier-mâché masks

I remember that day when I spent half a day in sharpening a pencil,

just to write a short note to tuck inside the book I borrowed from you

Or that one month I walked 10 miles each morning

just to bring you the freshly made bread from the oven.

Or that Autumn,

I learned how to count stars in the milky galaxy,

trying to find my way back to your heart.