It was a snowy nite, not unlike tonite…yet dif­fer­ent. There was some­thing mag­i­cal in the air as we were walk­ing thru the neighborhood.

We walked, and talked, about the way we wanted our lives to be. About where we were, and what we needed to do to get where we wanted to be… It was like those win­ters you see in the movies that are set in small towns. Every­thing lit up; a feel­ing of wamth amidst an oth­er­wise hol­low cold. All around us, the white crys­tals falling like lit­tle stars…

We stopped at a lamp post, and just looked up… try­ing to catch a flake, attempt­ing to stop time. For that brief moment, we had every­thing; all the pro­clivites of our lives were fig­ured out, with­out either of us know­ing a thing.

But it was okay. Things were, for a moment, perfect.

He looked at me and said:

I'd like to say I won't stop. But this time, I don't know if that will hap­pen, or if I'm chas­ing the world's most delu­sional pipe dream. Time will tell, I sup­pose, as it always does. I guess that's exactly why I wanted to stop time with those lit­tle falling stars…