Dave was writing of the philosophy of snow over at his place:
Though his theme was different, still - snow really does transform the whole mood and adds a touch of the exotic. We had a blizzard which went all day yesterday and just looking out of the window down on it was really something. Add to that scene a beautiful half Slavic, half Eastern woman who's just trudged through the snowdrifts in her fur coat and hat and who greets you at the door with her French/Russian accent and it's like living on another planet.
I adore the snow, I adore exotic women and I don't want to be anywhere else at this point in life. If this isn't heaven on earth then what is?
It snowed today. The skies were overcast, the wind blustery, the air crisp against the cheeks. Reminiscent of the Michigan Winters of old, it was comforting, familiar. Being born here, it's difficult for me to imagine what life must be like where there are no seasons, no transitions.
Though his theme was different, still - snow really does transform the whole mood and adds a touch of the exotic. We had a blizzard which went all day yesterday and just looking out of the window down on it was really something. Add to that scene a beautiful half Slavic, half Eastern woman who's just trudged through the snowdrifts in her fur coat and hat and who greets you at the door with her French/Russian accent and it's like living on another planet.
I adore the snow, I adore exotic women and I don't want to be anywhere else at this point in life. If this isn't heaven on earth then what is?
Did you break into song - "Baby, it's cold outside"?
ReplyDeleteI love it when it snows. Everything is so peaceful, so still.
ReplyDeleteBut it requires a woman to walk with in it [from a man's point of view].
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