i'm thinking of moving from New England into the Pacific Northwest. i need to get out of New England, if not the US, but i'm thinking that i will miss winter far too much for words, there is a feeling here in the winter, especially in january and february, it's so peculiar, i dont think anyone truly appreciates it unless they've lived here for years, it just seems like white rapture, the air gets colder, and then even colder, it feels clean even though it burns, and there is no hope of ever seeing green again. The lonliness and isolation of the snow drive some peopel nuts, but those two months are always the only time of the year that i'm truly happy...
Some people love coffee in the morning, i live for the smell of snow, and a numb face, and running to cars, and wishing that i could find my other glove, and breaking down on the side of the highway in the snow, and watching it float down in the moonlight. there are so many times in the snow that i just find myself staring at some random tree of streetlight because it's just so damned beautiful. Black trees burdened by a foot of snow that got dumped the night before, or waking up and looking down the street before all the cars come by and get soot and grime all over everthing. it's too cool to ever leave, but there's just this horrible urge to leave everything else behind.
Some people love coffee in the morning, i live for the smell of snow, and a numb face, and running to cars, and wishing that i could find my other glove, and breaking down on the side of the highway in the snow, and watching it float down in the moonlight. there are so many times in the snow that i just find myself staring at some random tree of streetlight because it's just so damned beautiful. Black trees burdened by a foot of snow that got dumped the night before, or waking up and looking down the street before all the cars come by and get soot and grime all over everthing. it's too cool to ever leave, but there's just this horrible urge to leave everything else behind.