Walking home through snow-devils and buffeting wind, with someone you love, laughing with the cold--and knowing you have a hot shower to look forward to? What bliss!
I like a lot of things about winter, including this pale fiery gold light I can see sinking outside my window right now, peach-tipping the snow on the porches of the house next door; I like those exhilarated moments, because there is nothing childish about running through snow. It's like leaves underfoot in autumn. The season's there; live in it.
(Though, there's something rather desolating about not remembering the thing itself--I must go find out, now, what it was, exactly, that we did read… at least the Internet makes that easy.)
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I like a lot of things about winter, including this pale fiery gold light I can see sinking outside my window right now, peach-tipping the snow on the porches of the house next door; I like those exhilarated moments, because there is nothing childish about running through snow. It's like leaves underfoot in autumn. The season's there; live in it.
(Though, there's something rather desolating about not remembering the thing itself--I must go find out, now, what it was, exactly, that we did read… at least the Internet makes that easy.)
What was it? Did you still like it?