I love watching you from my window as you cover the world in white.
I love watching you falling.
I love the way you float in all different directions, as if unsure which way you want to go.
I love your silence.
For me you are foreign interesting and delightful. Yes, I am full of romantic notions of you I know. I am aware that when I first saw you last week and greeted you with squeals of delight and a little dance that my North American and Swedish friends looked at me with a knowing glance. I guess they know you better than I, but in any case I tried to ignore them and stay with the romance and delight of you.
I must say, however, that you did lose a little of your charm when I realized that you'd come between me and my bicycle. I really do like my bike to get around. I also noticed that you seemed to get slushy or slippery when lying on the ground, I guess you must get bored when you're no longer floating in the sky. It makes it difficult for me you know... but I guess everyone has a dark side.
You seem to have come early this year, I guess you're keen - I DO like that - but it will be interesting to see how our relationship lasts if it's this intense for the next few months.
I wonder how I'll feel about you in February... will I still be just as smitten? Or will I be planning to be in a place far a way from you, where this time of the year is full of beaches and sunsets and barbeques and picnics under gum trees and blue skies, and where there is only a memory of you in the place I keep my drinks cold...
Only time will tell!
