• A simple black skirt, and sleevless blue top...
    I walk outside tonight to see the world...

    Dark, wet, and cold...
    I never thought I'd feel this again...
    Rain and Ice....
    hitting my bare arms and legs, as my shoes get soaked...
    A wind chill of 29, and a dark sky of 10:13 night...
    I shiver and hold my heart...
    I want to spend this moment with you...
    Why? I dont know....

    Thinking back, I see this landscape portrait in my past...
    5 years ago....7 years ago...long, long, long ago...
    many times in one place...and once farther away..
    Just with a different frame...
    a different artist,
    a different shading.....

    This is my first time seeing this painting here....
    by this artist...
    in this shading....

    Cold...shivering, and wet.....
    tis the season of caring and time spent with loved ones after all....
    maybe thats why I want you near......
    I am cold....
    may I have your arm to hold?
    can I wear your coat for a moment?
    I am shivering...
    can you hold me, around my shoulders, and share your intense warmth?
    may I grasp your hand in appreciation, love, and holiday wishes?

    I wish you near me...
    my only wish....
    All I really, truely want this year...is to be allowed
    to be with you.



    Sitting on the ledge of a cobble stone wall...
    gazing at the sky, as
    cold and icy rain storm down on my shivering, bare arms...

    you think I would have enough sense to grab a coat, or at least change my shirt...
    but I'm lost...
    Staring at the moon... gentle, gray clouds wisping by soundly the moon...
    as birds appear black against the indigo night sky..
    I sit, and lose myself to the serenity of this portrait..
    I get lost in my eve dreams of you....

    Ah yes...the eve of now was but then when you were gone...
    to where I wish you were near...

    Maybe otherwise....
    I want you here for the expierience...
    See this painting with me...
    Porcelin crystals all along the sidewalk,
    along the railings on the stairs..
    and on my skirt, as light bounces off the drops of rain along my lace...
    Isn't is a sight to see?
    Stand with me, and gaze...

    Walking down the wet, slippery path..
    ...I squeal!
    E-Gad! I cry...
    ...
    Snow!
    actual, fluff snow!
    The first time I've seen it in a portrait in many years....
    I cry...

    Why can't you be here with me now?
    so late this day,
    but I pray, one day...
    you can be here this time sometime..

    First things first...
    will you even have me?

    On a Dark, cold, wet night...
    I expierience a peace....
    a tranquil sense beneath a moon and stars,
    with snow , was ice...
    I cry...
    I miss this portrait...
    I also,
    miss you.