It is easier by far to fall in love in winter.
Beneath a misty street lamp in the cold or beneath the now bare branches of a birch tree –
Couples confess their feelings more freely in the dark.
We look for comfort and, often, we find it,
Even if only for one night of skin next to skin or a momentary glance on the train
Lord, how we’ve been longing to walk hand in gloved hand in the half-snow, half-rain,
Along a river bank strung with lights
To utter clouds of warm affection on these biting winter nights.
Ironic, isn’t it? How the loneliest time of the year forces us together.