That winter we spent in my car parked in back lots and that wooded path. Holding tight to the thermos, pouring cup after cup of hot cocoa while the radio played that song form the Sandlot. Then the phone rang to interrupt what should've been our first kiss. It was winter so the windshield fogged up letting me draw pictures with my fingers for you. It's a very different winter now and I'm in a very different but I hope you're well.