Precipitation.
The temperament of the rain has always, for lack of a proper term, “did something” for me. It always made me want to take long walks in silence with my lover. Of course, only the walk itself would be of silence. After coming home, still wet from the rain and without a moment of time to even shake the newest water, the discussion would begin. Emotions overbearing, I would end the evening either use my tongue to spout off endless love or verbally commit suicide. There really was no middle ground. There was no silent sleep, per se.
A many of times I have pondered this concept (many of which upon a hot chocolate, with perhaps a few too many peppermint schnapps), and I have had to wonder if it was just the idea of liquid falling from the sky. As if I thought that the sky truly was falling I must go through every extreme emotion, as if to do my best “not to go gently into that good night”. Perhaps. Perhaps.
The temperament of the snow always has, for lack of a proper term, “did something” for me. It always made me want to walk in silence with my lover. Side by side, arm in arm, walking slowly, enjoying the fact that we are creatures with the capacity to make warming. We live above ground on the snow alone, and are able to see our own breath for proof. These moments shared, the walking, the snowballs, the snow angels, the following our trails on the way home. Even the smallest talk enjoyable.
The silence continues inside, were soft music, a fireplace, and blanket did all the noise that was needed. All the intension emotions, just exhilarated through the voice of passionate looks and tongue.
A many of times, I have pondered this concept (many of which upon a glass -- okay, fine … a bottle (or two) of red merlot). I have wondered what is this exhibit of emotion when the snow comes calling? Is it that my body can handle the cold, but, alas, the human emotion cannot, and must hide inside itself for protection? As if to beg, “gimme shelter” and then feel relaxed that a loved one is there and shares the same through no words?
Alas, I sit here pondering them both upon a … well, forget what I am drinking tonight. I sit here and look at my computer screen through the smoke of candles burning on my desk and just wonder if there will ever be a season that I cannot blame for falling in love with her? Perhaps not.
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