Winter: The Season of Love

Today was a typical winters day in Tokyo. It was crisp and cold, but not a cloud in the sky; it is days like this that I really miss being with someone I love.

"I want to go back to the days in November, back when were in love, and everyday was a day to remember, and we lived happily let me know why didn't we stay that way, I wish I could find my way back to love...back to love." -- song from my favourite CD

For some reason I love the winter in Japan, and I always associate winter with love. The clear blue skies and the contrasting cold air just make me long for that *special* person to share the warmth/cold in my life. I want to sit at home (either his, or mine) cuddled up watching a movie, naked and covered in a warm blanket in front of an open fire, or talking about current affairs, books, ideas, whatever.... I miss having a warm arm hugging me from behind, their warm stomach warming my back... I miss the cold, lazy sunday mornings when we are half awake, realise that we are both cold, and spoon up to each other and exchange a light kiss in the semi dark. I miss sleeping in my partner's arm, wrapping my legs around their leg to feel the warmth between their legs, stroking their sleepy face, and kissing their lips lightly so as to not wake them...

I used to love watching all my Xs sleeping on a cold winters night after we had made love; their snoring, teeth grinding, or dribbling onto the pillow didn't bother me in the least, in fact it was a welcoming past time for me during the winter months when I couldn't sleep, because I had an excuse to stay in bed, and not go for a run, or for a walk, or go watch B-grade movies on cable to keep myself occupied. (yeah, you try going for a run at 3am on a cold Winters morn.... not nice, I can tell you!) I also miss walking hand in hand, huddled up to each other, rubbing each other's arms to stay warm on the icy streets talking about everything, anything, and nothing, as our cold breaths mingle in the city's air....

Winter is indeed a time to fall in love. Most people say it's spring, but for me it's the cold, dark winter months when you get to stay in bed with your partner, smile, make love, talk, make love, cuddle up, talk, make love, and fall asleep in each others arms. That's what makes me want to fall in love in the winter.

Alas I do not have a lover in my life, yet; for now I will have to do with having my two cats, Belle and George, climb into my bed to warm my cold toes on a winter morning...

(stories of Belle and George to continue....)