I wake to nothing, knowing I am not alone.

and i can watch you from the frosty pane and know you're already as far as you'll ever be
but maybe, love, this winter won't drag on as always
maybe snow is just as indicative as flowers
granola.
tingles.
chicken fingers.
grit.
reality.

it wells up beyond my control.

Come on skinny love just last the year...

in between the ins and outs and drafts and chills and roundabout we go -- inside this reverie, this snowglobe of a world within a transparent sphere of moonlit dreams, we churn and flame until again we're put to rest by hastening days -- and just as snowdrops pierce the crust, twenty five miles? or two hundred sixty three? it matters not. only the spring.

i'm a furnace for your winter.
and i hope its powerful enough.
because for me its overwhelming.

And its a winter wonderland, but my wonder's gone missing...
...we'll have to muddle through somehow.

Winter break was eyeopening and Orpheus is going to be amazing.
That.
Is.
All.