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thejunipertreeDriving this evening, with the new snow blowing across the road looking like nothing more then Scottish fog. I could almost lose myself in the drifting patterns, in the cold and white softness of it all.
I was almost overpowered by an urge to pull the car over and get out. Lie down by the side of the road among the skeletal winter trees and let the snow build up around my prone form. Covering my hair in bridal lace and clinging desparately to the fragile curves of my skin.
Lying there with my face buried in the night air, headlights splashing my body with occasional illumination, I could find a certain kind of peace. A quieting of the thoughts, the stillness that I've searched for so many, many years.
I reel my attention back from the seas of dream and illusion it was beginning to drown in. Pressing my foot harder to the accelerator, I flee from comfort.
I was almost overpowered by an urge to pull the car over and get out. Lie down by the side of the road among the skeletal winter trees and let the snow build up around my prone form. Covering my hair in bridal lace and clinging desparately to the fragile curves of my skin.
Lying there with my face buried in the night air, headlights splashing my body with occasional illumination, I could find a certain kind of peace. A quieting of the thoughts, the stillness that I've searched for so many, many years.
I reel my attention back from the seas of dream and illusion it was beginning to drown in. Pressing my foot harder to the accelerator, I flee from comfort.