four february
eleven : sixteen p.m.

i want to go walking in snowy forests at dusk with this as my soundtrack and i want to not be cold and i want my eyes to not water as the wind whips into my face.

days off. playing in the rain. "holding onto hands as drenched as mine."

"if it rains while i'm home - like, really, really pours - will you go walking with me?"

"yes."

the countdown begins.

music : autechre (amazing)
literature : poetry
fixation : break