Why do they make fun of talking about the weather? Talking about the weather is discussing time Only half a summer until I lose you I may get to see you in two or three rains Talking about the weather can be a gap between two unknowns Or it can be the bridge over the [...]
At times, you leave me speechless, like when I gaze upon the tiny dots the colorful Christmas lights make against the rich velvety navy sky. They seem to sing, a slow ballad of winter that begs hey, look at me. I am pretty in a way even the bright colors of Autumn can't outshine.