It's snowing and I think of you.
Feb. 24th, 2003 12:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearIt's snowing and I think of you. I think of burrowing into your couch and looking out the window while the television flashes and we snuggle down deep for hours on end but I never stay over, I'm always getting up and going home like the Tom Skerrit Lifetime movie we probably watched together between episodes of Mulder and Scully and I take up smoking in the dead of night to keep warm and occupied and to burn off potential muggers and I slip through snow and dark side streets near my apartment.
It's snowing and I think of you. I think of coming home from vacation early and you staying in my apartment and being in bed for 30 hours straight while roommates move back and forth outside the door, busy while shoveling driveways and we're busy eating chocolate and fucking and closing the curtains. I think of trying to walk to my apartment, a different home but still on dark unplowed side streets and we step into drifts and get buried up to our waists and laugh so hard we can't catch out breath or find each other's hands and we don't get mad because it's too funny.
It's snowing and I think of you. I think of walking down another dark side street of another home and the snow glitters down on our faces and we construct winter montages that involve snowball fights with neighborhood kids and puppies with big red bows under the tree at christmas and we laugh at our cleverness and ridiculousness and maybe we both secretly wonder if they will happen.
People talk about the spring bringing periods of love and lust and attraction and sex. But I always find my lovers in the winter.
It's snowing and I think of you. I think of coming home from vacation early and you staying in my apartment and being in bed for 30 hours straight while roommates move back and forth outside the door, busy while shoveling driveways and we're busy eating chocolate and fucking and closing the curtains. I think of trying to walk to my apartment, a different home but still on dark unplowed side streets and we step into drifts and get buried up to our waists and laugh so hard we can't catch out breath or find each other's hands and we don't get mad because it's too funny.
It's snowing and I think of you. I think of walking down another dark side street of another home and the snow glitters down on our faces and we construct winter montages that involve snowball fights with neighborhood kids and puppies with big red bows under the tree at christmas and we laugh at our cleverness and ridiculousness and maybe we both secretly wonder if they will happen.
People talk about the spring bringing periods of love and lust and attraction and sex. But I always find my lovers in the winter.
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Date: 2003-02-24 01:15 pm (UTC)i feel privileged to be the first to comment on such lovely writing (although by the time i finish this, someone else may beat me to it). it's a shame others will comment like mad on your pop culture references, but fail to offer any insights into more serious writing.
i also get nostalgic during snow storms. especially those deafeningly quiet thick flaked kind of storms. nostalgia really isn't the word either...right with the world. that's the feeling. it's like the snow (in direct proportion to the amount) cleanses any feelings of negativity. if only for the moment. and replaces it with simply calm. not mania. not excitement. just peace.
"nostalgia" on the other hand is reserved for thunderstorms. booming loud torrential rain storms to shake the apathy right out of me.
lowenstein
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Date: 2003-02-24 01:36 pm (UTC)I would write more, but my brain is on the fritz.
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Date: 2003-02-24 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-24 03:11 pm (UTC)thank you.
Whatchu know about the winter montage?
Date: 2003-02-24 03:15 pm (UTC)