Wet Brick, New Year
I had an amazing New Year's.
In the last remaining moments of the year their eyes met, and as they walked askance towards the wet brick, their mouths billowing smoke, each of them smiled, one at the other, and the night was so sealed.
Conversation was pleasant, humorous, interesting. Pleasantries slowly eroded the unfamiliarity and comfort of company slowly joined comfort of place. Seattle was alive, as it always is, but the city was in its truest form; rain fell, clouds churned and strangers smiled cheerily, wishing the best for the coming year. Strangers that weren't all that strange, they walked along the slickened sidewalks towards home and friends, ice breaking and faces smiling.
Hours later they remained, without clothes or plans for the day. They talked, they ate, they walked. The weather cleared as they proceeded back to the other's flat, but turned once more as laid down in an embrace on wrinkled sheets. Mother Nature herself seemed to suggest that an afternoon at home, laughing and sighing and moaning, was in order.
"Does he know, does he know that I want to win his heart?" The music poured and kisses were lain to rest on face and neck.
A new year and a new start. As clichés go, it's one of the better ones.
In the last remaining moments of the year their eyes met, and as they walked askance towards the wet brick, their mouths billowing smoke, each of them smiled, one at the other, and the night was so sealed.
Conversation was pleasant, humorous, interesting. Pleasantries slowly eroded the unfamiliarity and comfort of company slowly joined comfort of place. Seattle was alive, as it always is, but the city was in its truest form; rain fell, clouds churned and strangers smiled cheerily, wishing the best for the coming year. Strangers that weren't all that strange, they walked along the slickened sidewalks towards home and friends, ice breaking and faces smiling.
Hours later they remained, without clothes or plans for the day. They talked, they ate, they walked. The weather cleared as they proceeded back to the other's flat, but turned once more as laid down in an embrace on wrinkled sheets. Mother Nature herself seemed to suggest that an afternoon at home, laughing and sighing and moaning, was in order.
"Does he know, does he know that I want to win his heart?" The music poured and kisses were lain to rest on face and neck.
A new year and a new start. As clichés go, it's one of the better ones.