1. Too much base. I warn you as you slam on the clutch. The snow is grey and bites our hands as we dig. You are searching for something; even after the wheels are free. Following the never ending pavement, as far as she will take you.
2. Void of socks. Half cross-legged, back against the wall and empty wrappers in our laps. Satisfied bellies, and I lay my head on your shoulder and watch the hem of my pants start to dry. Surrounded the constant rumbles of night life. Lost in our own moment of quiet contentment as my breathing falls in time with yours.
3. Knee aching. Pins and needles reaching for the extremities. The echo of the wood stove burning comfortably and kitties curled up on the hearth. Deep contemplation and resolutions. The pendulum of decision making swings back and forth, with constant momentum.
The snow quietly falls on the skylight-gathering until i'm encompassed in the soft glow of fire.
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