Sitting on the cusp of change and excitement; plans and ideas surround me with anticipation. I want this, I look forward to this, each night I dream of this. Maybe not a portrayal of something better, but keeping me on my toes.
I'll plan as much as I'd like. Place it on my mantel, admire and desire it. A romantic notion.
The ultimate reality is, it's a futile endeavour. The snow will come. The wind will come. The clouds will come. Then, more snow. But the snow ploughs will not.
And the plans are never fulfilled.
~wrapped in blankets rather than your arms~
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