sun is a huge golden dollar, but weeping willow still sways, even though the sun is giving her his sweet rays.
"what do i have to do" asks sun, "to gain your love, tell me true."
willow is a short lush smile, but moon still hides away, even though willow still sings him lovely praise.
"what do i have to do" asks willow, "to gain your love, tell me true."
as the thick, soft flakes soared past my window, i thought nothing but lethargic thoughts. why does this time of year always spark the horrible memory lane trips? it seems like every september/october i get horribly caught up in the past, and can't escape. the wet, the cold, the clouds, the air, the very small biting at the edge of your fingertips reflects memories. always, constantly tugging at the edges of my mind, and heart.
i'm pleased it is winter. i'm not looking forward to wind and ice, but i love the overcast, wintery feel. i am going to wear my fall/winter clothes, listen to zoe keating, and sit amidst the comfort of nature.
peace, love, and tofu.
--sierra.
"what do i have to do" asks sun, "to gain your love, tell me true."
willow is a short lush smile, but moon still hides away, even though willow still sings him lovely praise.
"what do i have to do" asks willow, "to gain your love, tell me true."
as the thick, soft flakes soared past my window, i thought nothing but lethargic thoughts. why does this time of year always spark the horrible memory lane trips? it seems like every september/october i get horribly caught up in the past, and can't escape. the wet, the cold, the clouds, the air, the very small biting at the edge of your fingertips reflects memories. always, constantly tugging at the edges of my mind, and heart.
i'm pleased it is winter. i'm not looking forward to wind and ice, but i love the overcast, wintery feel. i am going to wear my fall/winter clothes, listen to zoe keating, and sit amidst the comfort of nature.
peace, love, and tofu.
--sierra.
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