Snow & Sun
I am a winter person.
I find beauty in the frozen landscape and the tiniest snow flake. Nothing pleases me more than to see the world covered in sparkely white! I yearn all year for the day I'm finally graced with the first snowfall.
However, whenever I do get it, I start to miss summer. Winter holds a cold, secret magic. Time stands still yet rushes by.
Summer is balmy and lasts forever, everything is casual and free. There is a lot of music that I cannot bring myself because it is "summer" music, and just reminds me of the summers past, makes me feel like it IS summer again, and I get a little sad when I remember it isn't.
Summer holds no commitments. Things change at the drop of a hat, there is no school to bog the mind down, just a fruitless job for food and drug money. Too much time to burn. Stay out late, bumming around in a t-shirt, the warmth of the night wrapping you up like a blanket. Summer is so sultry and vacant, the city is our playground, anywhere can be mine.
Winter is sad and lonely, frozen and fragile. I used to find beauty in the loneliness, but now I don't want to be lonely, I'm no longer happy being sad. The dull skies used to comfort me, now they just remind me of the past. Christmas comes too late. I can't sit in the grass and smell the ocean breeze. I can't jump in a lake and let my hair fluff dry in the wind of a rolled down window, I can't float in the salty ocean waves and pretend I'm going to drown peacefully.
The thing that frustrates me about seasons is the same thing that frustrates me about everything else in my life; it always looks better in retrospect.
I find beauty in the frozen landscape and the tiniest snow flake. Nothing pleases me more than to see the world covered in sparkely white! I yearn all year for the day I'm finally graced with the first snowfall.
However, whenever I do get it, I start to miss summer. Winter holds a cold, secret magic. Time stands still yet rushes by.
Summer is balmy and lasts forever, everything is casual and free. There is a lot of music that I cannot bring myself because it is "summer" music, and just reminds me of the summers past, makes me feel like it IS summer again, and I get a little sad when I remember it isn't.
Summer holds no commitments. Things change at the drop of a hat, there is no school to bog the mind down, just a fruitless job for food and drug money. Too much time to burn. Stay out late, bumming around in a t-shirt, the warmth of the night wrapping you up like a blanket. Summer is so sultry and vacant, the city is our playground, anywhere can be mine.
Winter is sad and lonely, frozen and fragile. I used to find beauty in the loneliness, but now I don't want to be lonely, I'm no longer happy being sad. The dull skies used to comfort me, now they just remind me of the past. Christmas comes too late. I can't sit in the grass and smell the ocean breeze. I can't jump in a lake and let my hair fluff dry in the wind of a rolled down window, I can't float in the salty ocean waves and pretend I'm going to drown peacefully.
The thing that frustrates me about seasons is the same thing that frustrates me about everything else in my life; it always looks better in retrospect.