Cocoon
2003-11-06I slipped into a daydream this morning as I put on my jacket. The weather is cold finally and it chills me not to think of you. Oh, how I wish I could meet you in a park when it snows. Can you imagine it? The silence and the density of that winter air. I know just how I want to look at you, just how I want to nervously adjust your scarf while my frozen finger catch fire from you scarlet cheeks. I want to share a cup of coffee with you and taste the cinnamon that's left on your mouth.
Let there be a day, my dear. We can make it back to my apartment with our feet so wet and cold. I will drag out all the blankets and pillows and take pleasure in building our winter's cocoon.
