The cold in the air is so potent. It contains the scent of memories that can only be felt and not thought, like visiting the house you grew up in twenty years later. Instant time machine. Magic.

I think that if I believed in past lives, I'd have been a cloud in a past life. Or maybe in a future one I'll be part of the sky. Hm. 

I've missed my humans so much. I love them so. 

How are you?

I will overcome you.

You may be absolutely grimy and covered in cobwebs. You may be infested with black widows which scurry out to poison me. You may be the tallest, heaviest piece of lumber known to mankind, and you may just fall on my foot and bruise me and hurt me. Through it all, you may topple onto me and knock me down and hurt more than I think I can stand. But in the end, I'll pull myself up again, dust off the cobwebs, wipe at the grime smeared on my face and grind the spiders under my shoes, and there will be light, pure light.

When given the chance to make somebody's day, take it. When somebody takes a chance and makes your day, never forget it.