i love it when it snows like this,
the gentle, methodic rythm,
of soft snow
Disapering in and out of your range of vision,
Occasionally a big flake awakens your eyes.
They drift to the ground,
In small incriments.
Tutfs of heaven,
Icy cotton candy
float down,
spiraling in the chily air.
With one focus of your eyes their gone,
In their gentle, methodic rythym,
of soft snow.
Current Residence: Portland, Or area Favourite genre of music: mostly alternative. check my last.fm Favourite photographer: andy goldsworthy MP3 player of choice: Dotty the I-Pod
Favourite Movies
garden state, amalie, grosse point blank, little miss sunshine,
Woah. I happened to stumble upon your impressive gallery and found that not only do we share the same taste in art (loveee andy goldsworthy) but we've named our ipods the same name. You don't like the Death Cab for Cutie do you? Cause that would just be weird