neruda, briefly

quiero hacer contigo
lo que la primavera
hace con los cerezos

what, exactly does spring do to the cherry trees? it makes them burst forth in bloom. i would very much like someone to do for me what spring does for the cherry trees. but it is odd to look to others for that spark we should be able to find within ourselves. maybe it is just the cold, the ice and snow outside. or perhaps my mind is dull. or maybe, just maybe, the idea of someone else is just appealing.

breathe in the air...

the garage where i park my car is adjacent to a park that has converted much of its open area into playing fields. after sliding into a spot late last night i bundled up in layers for the long walk home in the snow that was still easing its way down. the stairs down to the ground floor run past the soccer field. and there they were. crazy soccer fanatics. in shorts. playing. in the middle of the night. teams even, with uniforms, shin guards, matching shoes. their breath expelled into the cold air like word bubbles, silently expressing the calls they were making to each other as they moved down the field.

i stopped to breathe in the air and shaking slightly with the chill, decided to run home.

i think this might kick livejournal's butt...

so far this looks much nicer than livejournal. i fully anticipate moving here when i have time to do so.