for "mini_nanowrimo" hence no friends lock 16
something different again. i'm enjoying playing with new styles every day, especially when they don't work because then i can either work on it or never, ever do it again. haha.
also: i am seriously making a dent in my prompt table. i'm just over half away through. decent!
Here now, let me set the scene before we get into this too far. I have a hard time keeping things like this organized so I'll start at the beginning and try to go down a straight and narrow path from there.
It's Winter now, full, officially. I don't care what the damn calendar says, if I have more than 3cm of snow on my front yard, it is Winter. So yeah, it's Winter and I'm outside in my warm, black coat. I don't have any gloves on but my hands are in my pockets. I can feel the lining of the pocket against the skin on the back of my hands. I always hated that, I like fabric pockets. The lining is always cold and so I'm outside and it's cold on my hands, even though they're in my pockets.
It's only kinda, sorta windy but it is very, very quiet so you can hear the wind in the trees clearly. We have a lot of pine trees and the flimsy tops make a kind of swooshing sound when they all move together. The maple tree is different. It's old so it makes this creaking sound. Like old bones . . . or maybe I'm only thinking that because it's so old. I'm projecting again.
So it's cold and windy and I'm alone. It's a Sunday so everyone must be inside watching sports and at church or whatever. No one is using their leaf blower anyway. So I'm out there and it hits me, this really, really familiar smell. At first I look around but I realize it's actually inside of the air. Or it is the air. Something like that. I know that smell but I can't place it. It's old and familiar and I've smell that same smell hundreds of times. But for whatever reason it makes me think of my childhood. So I do that thing that phycologists talk about, where you think of one thing and then you just let go and think of something else and keep going until you get somewhere. Word Association.
Childhood to Winter to Coat to Cold to Alone to Outside to Backyard to Playing to Snow.
I can smell the snow.