Argh.

[greenstorm]

These words won't come right now.

I want to speak in evocative generalities. I want to conjure up my feelings in your mind without lifting the veil of privacy from what happened last night.

There was snow, and walking therein.

There were big soft white things falling in a flurry around every light, and touching cheeks softly, and glittering in hair and eyelashes.

There were footprints; he carried me a little ways, and it was silly and I laughed the whole time because I was happy. Looking back, well, everyone knows the sand-and-footprints fridge magnet, right?

I only did part of the walk and I feel the poorer for it, although considerably better-slept.

His hand was warm.

Remember, Greenie: we can't see the future for a reason. It's because we're supposed to live here, where we are now, instead of in the things that may or may not happen. Remember.

Comments

[wik.livejournal.com]

Awww. I want that feeling back.

L

[silverseastar.livejournal.com]

Lovely love lifts large loads like light-as-air.

Re: L

[(Anonymous)]

*grins*

Yes, like that.

Re: L

[silverseastar.livejournal.com]

*hug*

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

*nods*