A feathery kiss brushes my skin. Tingly, in the best possible way. Fleeting, as it melts and trickles to my nose tip. I lift my chin and close my eyes against sunlight that streams from the bluest sky, and I imagine dancers in white, waltzing across my lashes. I smell damp wool as I swipe a mittened hand across my lids, and open them again to a meadow that glints and winks. I lick another flake from my nose and I swear it tastes like . . . childhood. Like snow angels. Like Christmas time. And I want to shout, “Take me back!”
Ann Kathryn Kelly is an editor with Barren Magazine and a columnist with WOW! Women on Writing, and she works in the technology sector. annkkelly.com Twitter and Instagram: @annkkelly