I looked out my window tonight, and for the first time in a while, it all felt real again. I dug out my scarf and shook out the dust, pulled a toque out of the top of closet and slipped it over my thought-filled skull. I got new gloves just the other day, so those were easy to find, and I grabbed them from the floor. I threw a hoodie on overtop of my t-shirt and slipped my head inside. Overtop of the material my headphones rested. I thought about what to play and it took me a while, but I found something that I thought would fit just right. I put my jacket on and zipped and buttoned it all the way up, flipping the jacket hood overtop of it all. I slipped my gloves on and headed for the door, but I forgot my keys, so I went back to grab them.
As I rode the elevator down, I wondered if things would look different from the ground, and if the feeling might be lost among the streetlights. As I walked out the door it took me a moment to find my breathe among the cold...and I began to walk.
There was more snow than I had anticipated and my shoes and pantlegs quickly grabbed the snow to bring along for the ride. I stopped for a minute at the top of the wooden stairs to reflect on how I felt at that moment and then turned to the right an walked down the path. Gravity wanted to make me jog, but I didn't want to, so I kept pace with the song. Down there it was a different world, with subtleties I truly did appreciate. The soft, youthful branches that could barely support a light dusting, were pulling their weight and carrying the load. I found this to be admirable and continued my walk. It felt good to be out and moving forward, and for once I thought only of my future travels and not my past. With the canopy stripped and full of holes and twinkling, I realize i've never noticed how covered some of this path is. I look ahead and see an archway built for me, inviting me to continue. It was a nice motivation, but I didn't need it, I was already moving.
As the pathway opened up, I thought of the plans I had made with friends to construct something that was truly ours, and when I saw the spot we chose my heart began to race. While our hopes were only speculation, they turned into confirmation and I smirked at the joy of the place. Footsteps of a few others graced my own, and a flattened trail of snow let me know our thoughts were not alone. The possibility of new friendship made me smirk a bit more, and I once more stopped to take it all in.
On the walk back home, I felt as though I wanted to walk that path again...I wanted to feel everything the way it was, and I realized that until we forget, our memory can make us feel more real than going back to the place ever could. We want to feel, it's what we as humans crave. Sometimes we just lose sight of just what exactly it is we want, but when you find it, you will always know. Look outside of your own window, and you too may feel that everything is real again.
As I rode the elevator down, I wondered if things would look different from the ground, and if the feeling might be lost among the streetlights. As I walked out the door it took me a moment to find my breathe among the cold...and I began to walk.
There was more snow than I had anticipated and my shoes and pantlegs quickly grabbed the snow to bring along for the ride. I stopped for a minute at the top of the wooden stairs to reflect on how I felt at that moment and then turned to the right an walked down the path. Gravity wanted to make me jog, but I didn't want to, so I kept pace with the song. Down there it was a different world, with subtleties I truly did appreciate. The soft, youthful branches that could barely support a light dusting, were pulling their weight and carrying the load. I found this to be admirable and continued my walk. It felt good to be out and moving forward, and for once I thought only of my future travels and not my past. With the canopy stripped and full of holes and twinkling, I realize i've never noticed how covered some of this path is. I look ahead and see an archway built for me, inviting me to continue. It was a nice motivation, but I didn't need it, I was already moving.
As the pathway opened up, I thought of the plans I had made with friends to construct something that was truly ours, and when I saw the spot we chose my heart began to race. While our hopes were only speculation, they turned into confirmation and I smirked at the joy of the place. Footsteps of a few others graced my own, and a flattened trail of snow let me know our thoughts were not alone. The possibility of new friendship made me smirk a bit more, and I once more stopped to take it all in.
On the walk back home, I felt as though I wanted to walk that path again...I wanted to feel everything the way it was, and I realized that until we forget, our memory can make us feel more real than going back to the place ever could. We want to feel, it's what we as humans crave. Sometimes we just lose sight of just what exactly it is we want, but when you find it, you will always know. Look outside of your own window, and you too may feel that everything is real again.
josephine:
go check my set 
alix:
lovely detailed description, i'll try that myself sometime.