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09 January 2011 @ 08:23 pm
peace of morning  
Last night, I walked home from a party at 4am, a time that I'm rarely out and about in the world, and almost never happy about it when I am. But last night, it was one of the most perfect hours of recent memory.

I stepped out of the party into the fresh, cool, quiet air, and, of course, no one much was out and about. There was an inch of fluffy snow on the sidewalk, and big, soft flakes drifting lazily down from the sky. Between the lack of people and cars and the muffling blanket of snow, the city was as quiet as it ever is, and the light of the streetlamps was like magic.

I took the long way home, strolling through the neighborhoods, my footsteps silent on the blanket of snow, and loud when I walked where it had melted. I was reminded how much I love myself, and being myself, when I am doing nothing but being.

It was perfect.
I'm feeling: peacefulpeaceful
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funner'n a sack a weaselsmoominmolly on January 10th, 2011 04:13 am (UTC)
Mmm. Lovely.
Medyanimedyani on January 10th, 2011 01:55 pm (UTC)
lazyzlazyz on January 10th, 2011 02:39 pm (UTC)
V cool photo. When you were a little scrittle one of our friends (maybe Quinlan) asked you why you were always so happy. Your answer, "Because i LIKE myself."
Chipceo on January 11th, 2011 12:58 am (UTC)
That's wonderful.

Mike Oldfield's "Tubular Bells" album has this quiet little bass guitar riff that sets up the last part of the first side, that will always be associated in my head with walking through the streets at night in a gentle snowfall.