called, last night

It's supposed to snow every day this week but Wednesday, and not get above freezing at all, so needless to say, I'm pretty excited. There's nothing I like better than listening to Elliot Smith, while watching the snow fall. Or watching The Notebook while holding Eddie in my arms, while Leia cries a river mostly onto the couch but a little onto my shirt. Somehow, the snow gives everything more meaning, more significance, which, I suppose is why I love it. It's like a song that goes with a movie, the images alone could never have the power without the song, and sometimes that's how I think of snow.

long since

I'm learning more than I've ever learned before, I just don't know what I'm learning. But it is certainly an exciting time to be alive, and an exciting time to be young. I think everything is changing.

tire swing

Does this tree look like an old man leaning over with his hands on his hips, or am I crazy?
Sometimes I suspect that there is an inherent significance peeking over my shoulder. Like even the little things that I don't even really think about mean something that is just beyond my understanding. I found this feeling to be most strong today as Marshall, Britty, and I went about the business of swiping a tire, buying a rope, and hanging it from a tree on public probperty. I couldn't help but wonder how long that tire is going to hang there, overlooking Boone there on that stone terrace. I wonder, will my children swing on this one day? Probably not, but you never know. But someone's kids will swing on it. Something significant.

Short of Daybreak

Another year has gone by
Time just took it away
Friends have changed
Clear skies watched over us
But we've had our share of rain
Romance still sits untouched
By the water she waits patiently
Hoping I'll take her home someday
To think I lost her
That my dreams were her only place
But for her I've learned to wait
A smile remains on my face knowing
God hold her at night
Letting her know I'm on my way
So I'll hold my head high
For love may be a day
I can't say
But tomorrow awaits
Bringing me closer to you
-Underoath

tradition

It is most decidedly weird to end a year in the exact same manner as the last. That being said New Years was wonderful, just like last year, though thankfully a bit different. Once again, we went to the beach, listened to the New Year at the stroke of midnight, and shot off loads of fireworks. In the words of Marshall, “I hope we’re still doing this when we’re 40.” Yeah, I think Id’ be all right with that, some things I don’t want to change.