since..
everyone seems to be kind of poetic about the weather today...
i woke up at 5 to leave for work at 6 this morning. It was completely quiet and completely dark, and nobody was out on my street, it was just me, my car, the snow and some street lights. Absolutely fucking gorgeous. And unreal, the orangey blackness of the night next to the soft white snow. I felt small against the universe... except the universe didn't feel like the universe - it felt like a movie set. My movie set.
And my car felt like an intimate secret friend. In my intimate secret movie set.
I miss intimate secret friends. yay for cars. and pets... and god...? maybe...
i love those hours of the morning when the world is completely yours, and you don't feel watched.
i woke up at 5 to leave for work at 6 this morning. It was completely quiet and completely dark, and nobody was out on my street, it was just me, my car, the snow and some street lights. Absolutely fucking gorgeous. And unreal, the orangey blackness of the night next to the soft white snow. I felt small against the universe... except the universe didn't feel like the universe - it felt like a movie set. My movie set.
And my car felt like an intimate secret friend. In my intimate secret movie set.
I miss intimate secret friends. yay for cars. and pets... and god...? maybe...
i love those hours of the morning when the world is completely yours, and you don't feel watched.