Saturday, December 11, 2004
The chill has fallen, and whiteness drizzles down from the sky.
Winter is a lonely season; and only so it does beckon thee to find a willing someone who knows the art of keeping thy body warm.
And so I watch myself breathe -in and out, in and out- and see lovers stroll by, keeping their hands deep inside the pockets of love's coat. And for the first in what seems like the longest of times, my content turns cold. Then again, is love not synonymous with disappointment? Perhaps you should tell me what love is if not confounded by the ease of words.
On a happier note, the west side of queen is perfect for lifting spirits.
Especially so when accompanied by gorgeous girlfriends, long-lost friends, strangers on subways who help fill in the gaps to 'the twelve days of christmas', train drivers who sing you through the subway stops, thieving movie tickets, two awesome movies --
Ocean's Twelve [which kept with all the goodness and wit of the first] and
Closer [a brilliantly acted, brutally honest, very raw, cynical and almost offensive disection of this thing we like to call love]-- , very good thai food and very fulfilling purchases to boot.
sherry @ 8:25:00 pm
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