17 September 2011

Brown eyes, I'll hold you near...

Sorry, sorry, sorry... I usually try not to be mushy on here, but I couldn't help it tonight. For one, I heard Soul Meets Body today for the first time in probably a year, and it's just a beautiful, beautiful love song (probably in my personal top five or so).

I do believe it's true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So, brown eyes, I'll hold you near
Because you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

For another, this is the kind of day that lends itself to thinking about romance. It's starting to get cold again, and Seattle's starting to (once again) leave its summer sun behind in favor of the damp gray of winter. There was a restless haze over the skyline this morning as I was walking to the office, it started drizzling as I walked home, and the light queered itself all day, making everything unfamiliar, making the air a little bit sharper.

This is the kind of weather that inspires wishes to lie next to a lover under a warm blanket, not moving except for breath and whispers, until the alarm sends me, cursing, across the cold floor to make coffee.

More: this is the kind of weather that inspires wishes for a lover at whose side I could ignore alarms and drift blissfully back to sleep.

Oh, well.

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