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tolv,Category: emooo.
Monday, 23 November 2009
05:40:49 AM (GMT)

i can hear the snow. the white has poured itself all over everything in sight, but i
can also hear the small splats, when the snow hits the window i lay by. it's thick,
big pieces of cold falling from the midnight sky above my head. everyone is asleep,
and most people have no idea about our surroundings quickly changing as we soundly
sleep. the black streets are laced with snowflakes, completely untouched in the
middle of the night. soon enough, when the hours have passed, everybody will awaken.
disappointment will float around in some houses, excitement in others. the smell has
also covered the area. anyone conscious knows the first snow smell. you don't get it
from the first frost, or the first cold day. it's only when the real snow comes, when
little kid's boots make tracks, when animals have to swim, when big coats are
absolutely needed. it's incredible how something so simple, can change how someone
feels so instantly. just some white powder, paving the streets and yards. but that
white powder, those grey skies, those big boots, they really get to make their own
decision on how your heart is going to be today. soon enough, someone is going to
wake up and see the flakes, all over their world that was once glowing with warm
sunshine. pretty soon, all this delicate snow will be crushed into the pavement with
busy footprints of the people bustling around the city. the cars will drive up and
down the streets, washing away the perfect shapes and turning it all into grey slush,
in the cement gutters. pretty soon, this season won't be as beautiful as it's made up
to be. there will be the people that love the white all year long, with their bright
skis, whooshing down the long runs of brighton and alta snow sports resorts. the
people that love the feeling of sliding out of your big coat after a long day of
sledding, to a hot tea and the sunday paper. but that's not all of us. what about the
rest? usually everybody loves the first snow, but it's just a cover for the long hard
depression thats here to hit us. for some, this season is their most dreaded part of
every year. the part, where they no nothing can bring them up. they're hopeless.
winter is here, and i couldn't be more fucking pissed.

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Last edited: 8 January 2010

OnceUponATimee says:   23 November 2009   961653  
you write well :]
x_deviltown says :   23 November 2009   296151  
thank you. 

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