Dream Academy

I have this memory, and it's so clear in my head, one of the clearest memories I have. But I wonder each time I remember it, if it's a dream, or if it really happened.

When I must have been...15? 16? And I was walking home from my highschool. The snow was beautiful, like Colorado snow. Big, white fluffy clouds falling on the ground. The trees and streets were covered and it was dusk, or a little later, darkness had just hit. But it was still light out, because of the snow through the street lamps.

A young man from high school I assumed started walking with me. As far as I remember we didn't exchange names or anything like that. I didn't know who he was then and I have no idea now. He walked with me in the snow, and talked to me...which for me was unheard of. I didn't talk to boys then, in fact I can't remember talking to any. I so shy and scared and had no idea what to do with the biting sarcasm and sense of humor I had growing.

So this boy, he just talked to me. We talked all the way home. It was so romantic and I felt like...like a 15 year old girl that had just talked to a boy in the snow.

I walked home the same way for days, always looking for him and I never saw him again.

I'm not sure if this happened, I'm not sure if I dreamt it. The way I'm remembering it in my head is so beautiful, so perfect, like a postcard. When it snows, each time, I think about that walk home. The smell of the snow, the way it looks in the trees, the faint smell of the lake through the cold, it reminds me of that walk.

This is how we know we have an impact on peoples lives, this dream man, whoever he is, has no idea he created a memory for a young girl and gave her hope. Hope that one day she can meet a man in a snow storm and be liked, and be interesting and be romantic.

Tomorrow maybe, we'll discuss the best kiss I've ever received and will never forget...and curiously enough, in a snowstorm