i can feel the first flutterings of impending spring as a gentle breeze from the east river ripples across my bare arms, catching and sending my arm hairs to flutter, like so many silk sleeves....
it's an odd winter in nyc....everyone is unhappy, except maybe me....everyone seems so far away and hard to reach....except for me.....everyone seems so ready to be consumed with bitterness and blame for any little thing gone wrong....except for me...everyone is home facing life and love and longing and loss....except for me....i'm just loving life....living love....and longing for no more loss of time and living!
sometimes when the winter is so gentle that the snow drifts pile up against our minds, we can hardly speak for having our mouths so filled with the anticipated return of winter.......
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- © wadeo 2012 (every last word, part, and pixel)
- New York, New York, United States
- part mad-scientist (it's kind of like being an angry bovine only i'm still not that heavy!)
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