Thursday, July 12, 2007

Footprints in the Snow

* Please see June 30th's post for background information on this post.

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

I was already in bed, but it didn’t take much convincing for me to leave its warmth and to join yours. The temperature outside screamed single digits while our hearts longed for double. That’s why you called. And that’s why I got out of bed. I waited for your knock to confirm the reservation. But you had none and neither did I. The snow wasn’t planned; it simply happened and so did we. Your gentle knock on the door beat through my entire being. A deep breath and a turn of the handle, my heart was awakened.

I stepped outside, but it no longer felt cold for your smile had removed the chill from the air. Instead only laughter and snowflakes remained. Together we made fresh footprints in the snow as we walked to the park. While the world around us slept, our hearts were alive. We sled down the hills, threw balls of snow, and made angels underneath the night’s sky. That’s when I offered you a taste of the falling winter. You were skeptical, but I assured you that it would be fine. So your city lips touched snow for the first time. And then they touched mine.

~ Marie Devonshire

my favorite part is when you said "your city lips", very descriptive. much like hawthorne in 'a blithdale romance'. try clarifying the timeline, also think of other activities because not many people sled at night. i like it though!

(But we did go sledding - on stolen tray's from U of M's dining hall!)

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

"I still play with cardboard boxes." -marie

1 comment:

~micah~ said...

i think the sledding at night adds to the feeling of romance and spontenaity.