I suppose that sitting here staring at a blank screen is not going to get a post written today. I suppose that I need to just start writing and hope that while my fingers are moving across the keys and my brain isn’t trying as hard to just come up with something to say something will shake loose in my head and give me something to write about.
Or I will gibber away without form or focus, and I know none of us want that.
I guess I could talk about how the NFL playoffs have kind of sucked this year, and that I’m giving up hope of seeing a good game. Madonna might be the best part of the Super Bowl this year. Normally, I’d lump the commercials in there, but they were only mediocre last year, so even they’ve been something of a letdown.
Maybe I could talk about these Southern winters where the cold isn’t cold enough, and I don’t get to see snow. Both those things are mixed blessings, I know, but I miss the sound of snow falling, the way it brushes against my hair and skin. I miss the crunchcrunch as I stomp through it. I miss the way it sparkles like crushed diamonds. Hell, I even miss how the top layer can freeze into a crust that covers the powder. A crust that cracks and crackles in a satisfying way. I miss that silvery frost fuzz that forms on fallen leaves.
I miss icicles.
Or I will gibber away without form or focus, and I know none of us want that.
I guess I could talk about how the NFL playoffs have kind of sucked this year, and that I’m giving up hope of seeing a good game. Madonna might be the best part of the Super Bowl this year. Normally, I’d lump the commercials in there, but they were only mediocre last year, so even they’ve been something of a letdown.
Maybe I could talk about these Southern winters where the cold isn’t cold enough, and I don’t get to see snow. Both those things are mixed blessings, I know, but I miss the sound of snow falling, the way it brushes against my hair and skin. I miss the crunchcrunch as I stomp through it. I miss the way it sparkles like crushed diamonds. Hell, I even miss how the top layer can freeze into a crust that covers the powder. A crust that cracks and crackles in a satisfying way. I miss that silvery frost fuzz that forms on fallen leaves.
I miss icicles.
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We have only had one snowstorm this year, and I would be happy if it stays that way. I do agree about the cold and frost, though - there is something nice about that. I love getting all snug inside while the weather is howling away outside.
*uses winter icon for you*
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Or maybe it just hasn't since I moved down here.
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And I'm a Giants fan so the playoffs have been quite incredibly wonderful to me. :-)