a song.

[acroyear]

And the snow covers my footprints, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats.
When you wake you'll never see the spot that I was standing on.

Some things are best forgotten; some are better half-remembered.
I just thought that I might be there on your, on your Christmas night...

--Ian Anderson, First Snow on Brooklyn.

funny thing, holidays...I changed the icon since I first posted it.  Upon thinking about it, I knew who was talking to me...

Comments

[dawntreader]

awww... *sniffle* i am all choked up now.