Turn back. 
Soft and cold as the frosty snow in winter.
Tender and warm as the sunset in autumn.
I sit in the chair thinking of old friends. We haven't met in a while. My thoughts drift to the happy days we had and i wonder if we could catch up. Would we still have things to chat about? I wished we were still close but i guess that's life. Sometimes, people move on. At times we turn back and look at the past - be it beautiful or tarnished - and feel that these distant memories are so close to you. Yet, even when we've all moved on, we're fixated, momentarily, in our memories. Nostalgia, that bittersweet longing.
