It's snowing again. I missed the beginning of the snowfall, sitting in my room with no windows, and when I finally looked outside, the street was covered. Yes, we've heard all about Henry, but really - is that the whole reason that I have such a gut reaction to the snowfall? I see the snow and all I want to do is be held and look out the window. I want time to stop. Time did stop that night. There was a sense of stillness. We paused, and remained there, breathless.
I don't want to talk, or to fuck, or to be involved in any other distraction. I just want to sit, and to watch, and to be silent.