Raindrops of Thinking

  — by Blue There's something about the changing of the seasons that makes everything feel new at the same time that it also feels so nostalgic. The feeling of the passing autumn still lingers within my soul as streaks of red dawn in memory as if it's already so distant with the falling snow littering my feet. But then the memory of the last Christmas came to mind and that's just the past coming back. It's magical and complicated, just like how it's supposed to be.  I wish coming back to doing what I once did was also that magical to dwell in. Right now, it only seems to be getting more painful and painful by the day.  My mom asked if I could just try skating again. It was so out of the blue. I didn't even know what to say I only nodded. I can't think straight when I'm startled like that. As my mother, I believe she knows that more than anyone. It's been two years since I quit skating. My mom asked me why. My sister also asked me why. All the girls a