I hope you're well, miss Bell.
Many moons ago, in a time of dumb phones and having to wait in a designated area to speak to a human to catch a taxi I shared a little moment with someone. 20 years later everything is somewhat of a blur, never mind the vodka induced blur of the night in question, though I know that much is true.
We texted a bit back and forth, asking cute questions, sharing our lives. Then slowly there wasn't any more texts. I have no idea who left who hanging, or if there was an actual goodbye. Or what we even really talked about.
All I do know for sure is I asked "when snow melts where does the white go?" and I think about us often. These kind of moments are what really makes up a lived life for me, I get to wonder where you are and what you're up to.
I hope you're well out there Miss Bell, still curious about the fairies escaping the snow.