silver-raindrops

my heart is like the ocean and you are the tempest and the black night sky is the blanket holding in our warmth. swaying waters are my heart shifting and the winds and the tide: these are our dances through time. hourglass, oh hourglass, you're singing such a lovely song and oh, the thunder is booming along. you are sending me spiraling, whirlpools of fluttering feelings larger than my whole body; wishes are fishes and i've got a billion and you're moving each and every one. closer are we every instant and lightning flashes are the storm kissing the waves, lighting up the whole open sky. sweet wonder it is to feel my swe

It wasn't that Emily hated the winter.  No, in fact, it was the only time she could light a fire in her rather well-sized fire pit.  What she hated was the snow.  The squishy, wet, sloppy, muddy, disgusting snow.  Everywhere she went, it was under her feet, in her clothes, on her hair.  It was just awful.  And now, it was keeping her caged inside her house like she was some sort of animal from which the world needed protection.  She huffed.  It was just awful. It wasn't as though Emily was in danger.  She was a tad on the paranoid side, so she always stocked up on food and supplies; her utilities were working just fine, and her phone lines w