Screw the snow. Why? Not because it sucks in general, making driving conditions awful, making everything cold, wet, and miserable, and not because it sometimes sticks around forever. No, not those reasons.
Fuck you, first beautiful snowfall for instilling these rouge girlish thoughts and desires into my brain. It's cold, there's a pretty white blanket covering the ground, all signifying that people should stay the hell inside. And all I can think of, most of the day, is how incredibly nice it would be to lie on the couch, or in bed, entangled with another, just generating some body heat and listening to the snow fall. Drinking some stupid tea or hot chocolate and watching some dumb movie, although the movie isn't the point, it's just the excuse to be close. Much like the cold. And the snow. I start to crave it, like the want of a strong drink after a difficult day, or the need for coffee before class, it strikes you and for the next few minutes or hour so of your life, you are fixated on getting your fix. But I can't swing by the neighborhood bar or starbucks for this. I mean, I've tried to find it at both those places, but without much success. I guess I can only deal with one vice at a time.
Sometimes I feel like I'd trade all the moments of crazy for just one taste of that kind of tranquility. But I'm still young and foolish enough to believe I don't have to make trade-offs, so I don't. And the snow still falls outside, and I still slide under my sheets with just me and my dreams.
-J
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