Monday, January 19, 2009
"...afterwards it did"
17.41 Eleven Minutes Late
Thirty four minutes part one and everything has come to a standstill because of the beautiful big feathers of fluffy snow spiralling in slow motion towards the street.
They say it won’t last, it can't stick.
And I sort of hope they’re right, because if it does the trains will be fucked for sure.
But right here – right now – it’s enough that, as I look up, everything slows down.
Snow and fireworks.
Two things I hope I never grow out of.
here, it never snowed. afterwards it did - The Twilight Sad
Snow Camping - Laura Viers
I Wonder If The Snow Will Settle - Clearlake
Last Snowstorm Of The Year - Jose Gonzales
Thirty four minutes part one and everything has come to a standstill because of the beautiful big feathers of fluffy snow spiralling in slow motion towards the street.
They say it won’t last, it can't stick.
And I sort of hope they’re right, because if it does the trains will be fucked for sure.
But right here – right now – it’s enough that, as I look up, everything slows down.
Snow and fireworks.
Two things I hope I never grow out of.
here, it never snowed. afterwards it did - The Twilight Sad
Snow Camping - Laura Viers
I Wonder If The Snow Will Settle - Clearlake
Last Snowstorm Of The Year - Jose Gonzales
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