Remembering.

[estriel]

In the quiet, post-coital calm, while my lover slumbers beside me, I find myself deeply nostalgic. It's time to read Harry/Draco fic and remember the days when things were easy; I remembered a sunny, but windy and cold day in Orlando, sitting on a pier by a lake and drinking Starbucks hot chocolate, trying to get warm. I remembered the ice of a rink, the way your cheeks burn and the deep, happy satisfaction after a session well spent.

I want a new wallpaper. I want a new journal layout (and for LiveJournal to stop forcing their new friends page on me). I want inspiration. I want to drink cocktails and make art.