Picturesque Winter Romance pt1The cold biting the noses and knuckles of everyone withing a mile. The frost like a scattering of fairy duct sparkling in the chilly rising sun. The cottage of the misty moors puffing warm smoke into a wonderful, picturesque scene. The perfect setting for a winter romance novel. Not mine.I'm sure that it all runs back to my my viscous bad mood on one morning that should have been glorious. It was the first day of winter, December 21, the beginning of a season that I enjoy immensly as long as it's not bitterly cold or sleeting.Now, waking up quickly and sweetly in the morning has never been one of those attributes that I carry well. I have that tendency to be a little bit grumpy in the mornings. This morning, as well as many, many others, did not go over well with me.It was typical for my cell's alarm started blaring full volume at 7 AM, just enough time for me to shower, get into my workout leotard, and drive into the gym to start workout
Down For WhateverI promise I'll get this right.I'll figure it out.It won't be to long.The footsteps run through my mind.The marathon is still running.The runners all come back to you.It's you they're waiting for.And I'm waiting for you.It all comes full circle.Each of us waiting for one another.The little intricacies are flowing out.They're escaping through the empty conversations.There could be so much more.I've just got to wait patiently.Brush the hair out of your eyes,and look at me and sayYou'll wait for me too.