winterskin.

last tuesday night was one of those nights where the snow was falling and you could put on your dad's wintercoat and stand in it forever looking at porch lights and bright night skies because everything was so quiet. quiet. even the lights didn't hum. it didn't smell like anything, it didn't taste like anything, and it was only sort of time you want it to be winter. it was the sort of night where no one could possibly be watching you so it didn't matter if you were in pajamas or if you were covered in snow and you weren't cold. it was still. so still you almost fell over and asleep for forever and ever. it was a scene from a movie, it was something you read in a story.