It’s 2 a.m. I haven’t written in awhile. Too much in my head, I guess, hard stuff to put on a page. There’s a lot of less focal things to write about, but what with Christmas baking and a lot of staring out the window…
Today, the house was quiet for a little. The movie ‘City of Angels’ was on, that movie always kind of gets me. I was watching, and I happened to look out the window.
Yeah, we had snow last Sunday, yeah, but it came in the night.
This was the most perfect snow- large, fluffy flakes, and there was this wild, swirling wind, and it seemed to dance out there.
I want to dance. Dance in the snow. Lay my cheek against a warm chest, or, I don’t know…
Maybe someday soon.