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[12 Feb 2008|04:50pm] |
This is the best kind of snow. The gentle, quiet kind. No slush, no rain, no hail: just pure white snow. It's the kind that you feel bad touching. The kind that you don't mind walking home in. The kind that causes you to get lost in thought.
Of course I get lost in thought. How could I not? Cause this is our thing, right? "Snow"?
It reminds me of us in a way. It's so light and pretty and almost magical. A little overwhelming maybe, but in a that good way. It comes on quickly, surprisingly. It's all encompassing. It feels so right, so enjoyable, that it's almost startiling. But you have to tred carefully. That first snow is so slippery, that you have to walk with the most cautious steps.
That's us, isn't it?
Magical. All encompassing. So right. Cautious.
And then we just seem to melt away.
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