The one about the first real snow of the year
Today it's snowing. Big thick flakes which float past my 23rd storey window...
For some ridiculous reason it makes me want to:
> walk though Dorchester Square in my coat and gloves
> appreciate the military march as it happens
> smile at passers by
> Sand under the christmas tree at Place Ville Marie
> Go home
> Put on my PJ bums and a sweater
> Make hot choclate
> Watch "Love Actually"
> Play my guitar
> Think nostalgically
> Feel lucky
...of course, I just looked up and the snowflakes had stopped.
The illusion shattered.
Oh well. That was a cute 10 minutes of sheer girliness.
