rubberneck whiplash

in honor of snow

and dinner dates fit for kings and lemon-ginger gift tea and blue sun bike rides or cab rides and new plays and new directions and spies and dishes and road trips and so much work that people keep just crying at random intervals because they are somewhere between exhausted and giddy and thus vulnerable as new skin and conductor logs and openings and closings and blue eyes and blue sheets and Italian bread pudding the size of your head and “shopping for others” and kombucha and that thing we did in the Wendy’s on Western and good choices and good mornings and hands holding hands holding Blue Sky granola in a red bowl and shampoo and dress shopping and Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers and i can’t believe i live in a place with a fireplace,
that it’s not butter,
that i work out of a 2012 model with seat warmers
that Roll Tide Roll Damn Tide Roll Tide,
that a person doesn’t make me feel like everything i do is gross and unattractive,
The Black Keys,
that two people can be okay with the quiet at the same time and
-HOLY SHIT-
that we f*cking did that thing we did?!?!
were you there?!?!
did you see that?!?!?
when wonderful is steamrolling up and down Lincoln under buses and feet and road tires instead of ice and salt and depression what can you do besides enjoy it and try so hard not to think about two weeks from now or two months from now…
take it from Mary Schmich. she said it better than me this week.

12 January 2012 ·