Saturday, January 9, 2010

pour a little salt, we were never here

i took this in budapest, hungary

its just a snow fall of snow balls, evidence of the winter
and i can feel my hands again
we're almost home.

it's 2 pm and our snow is falling still as our good city lay still.
and our friends are packed around some no smoking bar
warming on alcohol
I didn't know 'Bon Iver' meant 'good winter' until my french-speaking friend told me on the way to french-speaking Montreal. I've been trying to think of that when I go outside and the cold is almost painful, my toes too numb to step. Bon iver. Bon iver. Good winter. White covering everything and freezing the life right out of it. In an email my friend described sitting at a table with Hawaiian coffee and a window full of cold sun. Winter reminds me of a desolate tundra that I'm walking over. Blank. I am building character. I am I am I am I am.
this is from Amber's birthday party. i love this photo and the colors. amber sometimes looks like a walking rainbow.
look me in the eyes under expanding winter skies, you'll find a feeling there that never knows the cold.

When I feel like this I listen to 'Mr. Tambourine Man' and start feeling better right away. If you're feeling down give it a listen.

then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
hungary
down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
woods. songs of shame.
the haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
mia black
yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
mia black
with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
let me forget about today until tomorrow
via oleada

Can we go to these places? Will you come?
budapest, hungary
but i still dreamed of running careless through the snow.

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