Snow, bright
The snow fell in earnest last night, tumbling quietly like tiny dancers and blanketing the streets with a bare dust of ivory. It was still falling this morning. There is still barely a few inches. It's funny, how people act and react to environmental changes, depending on where they are and what they are like. My bus was late this morning, due to traffic. The Shady Grove Metro station platform was packed with people, and when the train arrived everyone scrambled on as if their lives depended on it. I calmly walked in, found a "disabled" seat near the doors since my knees were screaming in pain, and leaned against the plexiglass wall, watching the human flow.
I nodded off shortly after the train began to move. This happens often. I get lulled into a nap. My stop, Gallery Place Metro, is a thirty-five minute ride, not counting stalling and stopping and waiting. My brain and body have timed the naps to thirty minutes, so I wake up in time. I awoke at the Metro Center stop. The train was violently overcrowded, and more people were shoving in, with no room to move. When the train moved on and stopped at Gallery Place a minute later, I stood up with several others, and the jostling began. As I stepped off the train, it was like the parting of the Red Sea. I have not seen so many people on the platform that early in the morning. I had already left my boss a message during my delayed bus ride, so he knew I'd be in late. I was half an hour late, coming in at nine.
I came back from my lunch hour at one. My boss, Ray, just left for his. He told me the federal government is closing at two. Our law firm follows the government's snow day policy as far as being closed along with it, or open along with it. On early mornings when it is snowing, we have to check the status at opm.gov; if the government is closed, our office is closed. If the government closes down after nine in the morning, it is anyone's guess at our office. We may or may not go home early. Ray wants to try and send me home early; he wants me to avoid the rush and be safe.
I am drenching my hands in pure camellia oil, and GreenFireHerbs.com's Healing Bath Oil, in an attempt to stave off severe dryness, flaking, itching, and eczema. My little humidifier is going strong. To protect and soften my dry lips, I am wearing the mocha flavored Hemp Lip Balm from FaerieMadeSoaps.com, and over that is DuWop's Shades Of Venom lipstick in Belladolla, which is a subtle cranberry red with oils of jojoba, squalane, avocado, and sunflower, plus cinnamon, ginger and wintermint. On my face is AnnaBellina.com's PS Silk hydrator, BunnysBath.com's Face Cream, and RaesinImages.com's moisturizing mineral cream foundation (Neutral N1 color). I am so drenched in moisture I should be swimming.
This morning demonstrated to me the passionate intensity a couple can have without making love. I woke up at seven, and reset the alarm for eight, for Adam. As I was getting dressed, pulling on stockings to layer my legs, and thick socks, my sleepy husband reached for me and ran his hands up and down my sides, my hips, my thighs; with just enough pressure to generate flaring heat. He often makes these little, deep, kittenish sighs that let me know he is emotionally aroused as well as physically, needing to touch his wife, needing to show her how much he loves and desires her. After I finished getting dressed, I lay in his arm with my head on his chest and tickled his neck and jaw with kisses, because I had to get him back somehow. When I left the house at seven-thirty, there was a light bounce in my step and a smile on my face.
I nodded off shortly after the train began to move. This happens often. I get lulled into a nap. My stop, Gallery Place Metro, is a thirty-five minute ride, not counting stalling and stopping and waiting. My brain and body have timed the naps to thirty minutes, so I wake up in time. I awoke at the Metro Center stop. The train was violently overcrowded, and more people were shoving in, with no room to move. When the train moved on and stopped at Gallery Place a minute later, I stood up with several others, and the jostling began. As I stepped off the train, it was like the parting of the Red Sea. I have not seen so many people on the platform that early in the morning. I had already left my boss a message during my delayed bus ride, so he knew I'd be in late. I was half an hour late, coming in at nine.
I came back from my lunch hour at one. My boss, Ray, just left for his. He told me the federal government is closing at two. Our law firm follows the government's snow day policy as far as being closed along with it, or open along with it. On early mornings when it is snowing, we have to check the status at opm.gov; if the government is closed, our office is closed. If the government closes down after nine in the morning, it is anyone's guess at our office. We may or may not go home early. Ray wants to try and send me home early; he wants me to avoid the rush and be safe.
I am drenching my hands in pure camellia oil, and GreenFireHerbs.com's Healing Bath Oil, in an attempt to stave off severe dryness, flaking, itching, and eczema. My little humidifier is going strong. To protect and soften my dry lips, I am wearing the mocha flavored Hemp Lip Balm from FaerieMadeSoaps.com, and over that is DuWop's Shades Of Venom lipstick in Belladolla, which is a subtle cranberry red with oils of jojoba, squalane, avocado, and sunflower, plus cinnamon, ginger and wintermint. On my face is AnnaBellina.com's PS Silk hydrator, BunnysBath.com's Face Cream, and RaesinImages.com's moisturizing mineral cream foundation (Neutral N1 color). I am so drenched in moisture I should be swimming.
This morning demonstrated to me the passionate intensity a couple can have without making love. I woke up at seven, and reset the alarm for eight, for Adam. As I was getting dressed, pulling on stockings to layer my legs, and thick socks, my sleepy husband reached for me and ran his hands up and down my sides, my hips, my thighs; with just enough pressure to generate flaring heat. He often makes these little, deep, kittenish sighs that let me know he is emotionally aroused as well as physically, needing to touch his wife, needing to show her how much he loves and desires her. After I finished getting dressed, I lay in his arm with my head on his chest and tickled his neck and jaw with kisses, because I had to get him back somehow. When I left the house at seven-thirty, there was a light bounce in my step and a smile on my face.