Monday, December 23, 2013

I am starting this post off as if we are old friends in a coffee shop.

    Today is Christmas Eve-Eve. Have you ever noticed how grey and wet everything turns towards the end of the year? Of course you have. Sometimes I think the real reason everyone overdoses on holiday decorations in December is to cover up the bare tree branches and dirty snow drifts.
    Do you want to know something odd about me? I love the last couple months of the year. Not because of the holidays, really. I love November, when all the leaves are on the ground and incandescently beautiful sunsets can be seen through the bare forests. I read Wuthering Heights my sophomore year of high school, and it instilled in me a love of fog and rain and snowflakes under shining streetlamps at night. When December rolls around I come to understand how even Creation declares the glory of God- I see it in the dark gray of early twilight, and the periwinkle blue of snowy skies.
    I spend a lot of time on Tumblr, looking at pictures of windswept landscapes and gray city streets. My URL is even november-gray-feelings. Scrolling down my Dashboard and seeing pictures like these 





makes me want to live a life that looks like this. I want to live in an old city or college campus, where the buildings are reminiscent of old, stone castles, with large drafty rooms and rafter-crossed ceilings. I want to walk the streets in a pea coat and handmade hat, splashing through puddles and window-shopping with the people I love the most. I want to curl up with a blanket on the sil of a picture window, reading my favorite books as I watch the world go by. I am extremely detail-oriented, and I crave a lovable life full of raindrops on windowpanes, and ice-covered tree branches, and steam rising from a fresh cup of coffee.
    Today it is raining. Hard. And my house is warm and glowing, alive with Christmas lights and music. The reason this post is so short is because I am about to leave to see some good friends before the holiday. Today, it is Christmas Eve-Eve, and I have that funny, happy feeling warming my insides, telling me that everything is lovely and okay, that this life I dream of may exist in the here and now.
--Laura :)

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