Do you see the way the perfect dusting of snow on the towering pine trees matches yet contrasts the dimming greenish-brown of their trunks and needles? Do you see the beautiful pale blue of the sky, the way it holds just the barest hint of pink, a reminder of sunset to come? Well, I do. And it's so perfect my heart aches.
it rained the night of our arrival -
big, whooshing gasps of whitewashed rain & thunder that
shook heavy against the darkening skies. dinner went long.
we only sang louder, deafening echoes beneath the storm as
i haven't seen my best friend in six days and i've already watched all our old videos with the bad lighting & worse camera angles, clicked through the pictures of us together and got all sentimental like i have a pretty awesome life after
blow out your candles.
make a wish.
hold up a protest sign.
tonight the fireworks spell R E S I S T.
your hair's in pigtails braided red blue and white.
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