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Snow life. 

It's snowing, so there's snow.

What is it with me and winter this year. 

Strange.

But serene.

I almost don't want spring to come with its incessant need, once again.

Demanding and clawing at the skin and bones of every living thing.

Just to claim its prizes. 

And usually it's my favorite.

But now.

It's nice to dwell under the cover of ice.

Kind of secret.

Spring drags everything out of the frozen ground, out in the open.

Somehow exposed in its need to make new life.

Kind of pornographic, you know?

Winter is hidden and it's silent and demure and unmoved.

Like a Sunday morning under covers.

Or words that only you can hear and eyes meant for none other.

It's like, sinking and submitting.

The tranquil looks of giving in.

It's as dirty as it's pure. 

The ice just ties you up, in its dungeon, and then the fire makes you free.

As carnal as it's holy.

Winter - the true soul home of Erotica.

Apparently this is what I now like.

Again, and always, I have love for all of you.

Yours truly.

M.

 

first snow

And so, it falls.

This is my post at first snow.

First snow.
Something purely virginal about this.
The covering up of the sacred heart.
Or hiding some magnificent truth.

First snow.

It is a thing, completely in its own right.

This weekend has been a long weekend.
A rehearsal, concert and rehearsal on Friday, followed by a supreme evening with the girls, then dad's birthday and a party Saturday night, and today had a superrrrrrr meeting and then saw my cousin's girls, for cake.
This is all fine, however, sleep has been a rare visitor.
Friday night woke up around 5am and couldn't get back to sleep, work thoughts.
Last night listened to Phantom with mum till half 6, after the party.

And so, tonight I will sleep.
I need to sleep.
Snow makes me sleepy.

Some strange serenity.
A pause of a kind.

I have an interview tomorrow at 11 and then some library time, getting music. 

I feel love and I feel light and kindness.

And I would like to share it with all of you.

Somehow.

Yours truly.

M.

always this way

And may I   a l w a y s   be this way.

I hope you've had a most lovely weekend.
I know mine has been.
(Covered in paint and loveliness.)

Tomorrow is a day to get over being snotty, sort some stuff for a work meeting on Wednesday and you know. Blah blah = life.
Point is, I wanna be covered in paint some more, and I wanna sing.

Yours truly.
M.

see it in your eyes

Rainy Monday morning.

What a cover, ladies and gentlemen.
M.