I'll Take Us Home

This'll be a two-post night,

I'm sure.

So here's the first.

I have this small picture

in my mind,

and I'm so fond of it,

it makes me so happy.

I am nostalgic for winter,

which I hate,

but this thought

makes me hopeful.

I am imagining

my friends and I,

at the brick house of

one of my friend's,

and we are stepping out of the door,

wrapped in scarves and mittens and things,

wearing party dresses and tights

and staggering through the snow

to our cars,

laughing,

and laughing

and it's snowing,

like, this is December,

and we are celebrating Christmas together.

We're all going to leave,

but we're so happy.

And the light floods out of the house

and casts beautiful long shadows

on the perfectly white lawn,

and it sparkles,

and the streets are slushy

as we walk and trip

and laugh our way

to the cars parked in a line

on the road.

As we trip and stagger we

clutch each other's arms

and laugh more.

We are ruddy-cheeked

and starry-eyed

and so happy.

This picture keeps

me sane,

I love this image so much.

I love the thought

of snow,

and of ringing laughter

and maybe singing

with these

wonderful people.

It is so perfect.

I love it

so much.