(play this and read! :):))
ran back after practice today as Inese leapt and skidded over every ice patch she could find on the road. the night was cold but we were warm from the studio; later i pulled off my cap and let the night air bluster into my hair-still-damp-with-sweat as we laughed far too loudly on almost-empty streets under cover of a crisp cool clear night with nary a cloud in sight. stars speckled a night sky that for once reflected but poorly the scene so much closer under our feet: everywhere we looked swampy grass patches had been replaced by feathered silver. I stopped at a bench on the ekonomikum and exclaimed, "diamonds! diamonds, but diamonds!" at the layer of ice crystals that covered it. Inese swooped upon them and said "Ah, I'll give you--!", swept them up and deposited them into my cupped, gloved hands. I threw handful upon handful into lamplight and spun laughing as they fell on my face and in my hair, cascading like snapped chandeliers. She asked me if I wanted a diamond ring or a diamond necklace; I answered, "I want this. Fields upon fields of diamonds in the dust."
We were met with bemused glances by everyone we passed; people probably thought we were drunk. And we were, or I was-- punch-drunk with the love of winter and frost and -6degC temperatures that set my heart racing. Two Swedish-looking guys actually smirked at us-- okay, probably at me. Even Inese couldn't help but laugh as I marvelled over how every twigged branch of the bushes outside our blocks, denuded of all but white globular berries, glistened diamond-studded in the glow of streetlights casting a warmth we could not feel.
I didn't care, I do not care, tonight I had the wealth of all King Solomon's mines at my feet and in my hands. We are young, we are free, you can run away with me.
it's cold, cold enough that Klara and Inese couldn't unlock their bikes because the locks were completely crusted over. And in the 2 hours we were in the studio even Behnaz's bike lock turned into a stubborn wedge of ice. But I'm happy.
And now I have to do my readings. but i have a lovely playlist to do it to (I'm obsessed, it has McLachlan's Wintersong, Bareilles' Winter Song, and all the Enya winter songs I can find), caramelised onions if I get peckish and books (all titled Angel, Angels or something to do with Winter. Don't ask me why, it just happened that way) to read if I get bored.
my voice a beacon in the night
my words will be your light
to carry you to me