Exactly like you (SNOWDaze)

The party's over, the candles flicker and dim
You danced and dreamed through the night
It seemed to be right just being with him
Now you must wake up, all dreams must end
Take off your makeup, the party's over
It's all over, my friend

It's snowing-again!

I had hoped (not so secretly; emitting cries of shock and disgust from

 my colleagues) that it would snow again.

I woke up to a little blanket, soft fingers and smile breezing right up onto

 my mouth.

It becomes so beautiful, quiet.

I surrender to happiness at these times. 

Any worry, fear or frustration simply glides away. I am free to dream

 just a little bit longer

TIME OUT for trauma

of any kind...

I burn my foot whilst making a cup of tea?

I have to wait patiently for sweetness to come and make a nest of my 

bed?

I have to wash in cold water with a boiler still broken?

NONE of this matters.

It snows.

It snows.

Dreams 

flesh out.

Anything is possible

(Apart from your drive to work, getting the bike out, going to visit your

 friend in a City down the tracks because said tracks are too icey).

Sitting here and sipping my clipper berry tea, the best of the bunch- so 

strong and true 

...(at least a tea can supply me with these strengths).

(ooo

oooooo

claws)

Today will be a drawing day. I am not even going to try to venture to

 the studio.

I'll surround myself with teapots

and 

after I brave the gym

(mainly to do the E word, but also to use the showers)

I might browse Port Meadow, let it eat up my eyes, skid on the lake

pretend I am hand in hand here

and there's buns in the oven to get

back to-

Or a loaf

strawberry Jam on toast.

A day spent in front of the fire

with our clothes

not

on

us

ooooooooops

 (mmmmm

delicious

very

supple

times)