Winter Was Coming
April 12 meant something that year. Season 5 of Game of Thrones was coming and the internet was holding its breath. The trailer had just landed and everyone was watching it, talking about what would come next. You’d see it everywhere—the same excitement, the same countdown. Winter is coming. Winter was definitely coming.
There was something genuine about that moment of collective waiting. Not everyone gets to be excited about exactly the same thing at the same time anymore. You’d plan your evening around it, get your snacks, make sure you were sitting somewhere good. It felt significant in a way that’s hard to explain if you weren’t paying attention.
Looking back on it, that feeling was for a version of the show that never quite arrived. But that specific energy—the sense that something was about to happen—that I remember clearly. That’s what stuck around.