First Snow - Denver
My boyfriend took this gorgeous footage (: Oh, how I miss Denver right now…
I remember a very cold, icy kiss on top of a mountain. I remember when we fell asleep watching the third “Lord of the Rings”, and I woke up with you wrapped around me.
I’m Not Homesick
I’m… anxious for the future. It’s like a strange mixture of nostalgia for the seasons that I love—fall and winter—only experiencing them on my own or with my lover.
I want to wear my peacoat again, and he’ll be wearing his, and we’ll just be listening to the sound of snow falling in the silent forest. We’ll wake up and lay in bed for a while. Then we’ll make hot apple cider and wear sweaters and wool socks and get cozy with a book. We can pick apples off of the tree and make apple pie and jam. We can bake pumpkin bread. We can walk down the snowy driveway and hear the crunch of fresh snow beneath our boots. We can light our fireplace and lay beneath blankets, eating dinner and talking of the past, present and future.
Oh, future, when can I make you real and not a dream?
Missing A Lot
I’m missing a lot of things.
I miss pumpkin spices and hot apple cider.
I miss days spent at the orchards picking the seasonal crop.
I miss the brisk winds and the silver lighting.
I miss the first colored leaves; the first snowflake.
I’m missing a lot of things.
I’m mostly missing you.
Scottish Winter Cottage
The room was gray and small, with pink painted pansies on the walls. It had four windows, one for every corner, dressed in ivory lace. The mist rolled and hung over the soft green grass, its ivy cousin crawling up the stone shingles that dripped from morning’s rain. The floorboards creaked with dust, laid in blankets for the field mice that stayed for bed and breakfast. A table stood in the middle of the room, one wooden chair as its company, with a carved red nutcracker guarding his realm. He stood at attention, each day and every night, taking his business more seriously with each moment passed. He waits for his king, his keeper, his divine maker, to relieve him of duty and take him into a lively room with chestnuts roasting over the crackling fire.
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I expect there will be no writing from me for at least a day or two while I’m away. Maybe the occasional dream or two. I’ll try!
Happy holidays, Tumblr!
Last winter.
