Seen, 2019

Remember the times when we were not cold? So many things started to make sense, all of sudden, and I thought it funny. It was almost as if I had been waiting for that moment of clarity, and when it came, it came all at once.

There's something about looking back at a particular year, a particular time, and seeing it with new eyes. 2019 feels like it was both yesterday and a lifetime ago. The world was different then, or maybe we were different, or maybe both.

I remember the warmth of those days, not just the temperature but the feeling of things making sense. The way pieces fell into place, the way connections became clear, the way everything seemed to align in ways that felt almost too perfect to be accidental.

It was funny, I thought, how clarity can come so suddenly. One moment you're confused, and the next everything clicks. It's like solving a puzzle you didn't even know you were working on, and suddenly all the pieces fit.

Those were the days when we weren't cold—not just physically, but in the way we moved through the world. There was warmth in our interactions, in our understanding, in the way we saw things and each other.

Now, looking back, I can see how precious those moments were. How rare it is for everything to make sense at once, for the world to feel warm and comprehensible, for clarity to arrive so completely.

Maybe that's why we hold onto certain years, certain moments. Not because they were perfect, but because they were times when things made sense, when we weren't cold, when the world felt like it was on our side.