Only in dreams

A dream crossed of the list. On Saturday night. It was late. Much too late to be awake, really. I was wearing my favourite leopard leggings and a thick wool dress. And snow in my hair.

The thirty minute journey took slightly over two hours; a slid, a splash, and a couple of snowballs, tentatively thrown at me by J. who clearly spent his evening partying and not working.

But nothing can ruin the smell of snow. That scent made of burning firewood and damp earth. Quite indefinable, and yet I’ve just tried.

Some things are will never be different. Now onto the next dream. Cross your fingers for me.

5 thoughts on “Only in dreams

  • Veronique February 7, 2012 at 10:47 am

    I love the way you write, really. It seems that things are vivid and real. Very beautiful sensation and feelings when I read you. Big hug.

  • Lucia February 7, 2012 at 5:23 pm

    The smell of snow, the sound of snow: silently falling and becoming water on your coat.

  • Mary's Pastry Lab February 9, 2012 at 6:21 am

    i’ve never seen snow in my life… but reading from what you write it must be really beautiful :)

  • cathy February 13, 2012 at 12:15 pm

    a quick hello from mali! thanks for sharing all the snow you’re having up north. cathy

  • nancy February 14, 2012 at 4:08 am

    je croise les doigts! ;)) i like the way you write too

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