April 7th, 2008

doctor cuppa

wet

Snow. I'm thinking of snow at the castle. It just fell out of the sky in tiny pieces, and at first I thought it was ash. I'd never been snowed on before, well, I had, but this wasn't screaming in horozontally, this was gentle Christmas special snow. How lovely.

Though I told myself I wasn't going to use that word. Because what made me think of snow was remembering the time I was sitting there thinking how lovely, I think I'll stay here for a bit and instantly my spring day vanishes into a howling tempest. That's when I decided I would never ever sit out in the sun and declare it lovely. It was just asking for it.
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