Scribble: "One in a million streets."

      Dancing between the streetlights, her toes barely touching the soft blanket of white below, the dreamer giggled as tiny dancers of white fell gently on her palms. With a smile brighter than any star, she twirled around a lamppost, her silent audience ever vigilant in its stillness, its watchful gaze illuminating her every step. Long, silver locks flowing in the air, the dreamer suddenly paused, smiling, her eyes shining in the light of the moon.
      Where will you be, she thought, as cold, soft fingertips slid stray locks behind her ear, my someone just for me?
      With another giggle, she wrapped her arms tightly around her body, a gentle wind sweetly flicking a stray lock out of place. Her smile ever brighter, a swoon slipped past her lips, the little sigh slipping and dancing in the falling snow.
      And will you, just once, let me be the one to lead? she thought again, giggling, as her toes took to flight once more...

Scribble: 'Tis the season.

      Little crystals of white drift through the endless night sky, floating atop the chill currents of winter. Somewhere in the distance, a flash of color bursts into the air, fine lines of light fading into the clouds and snow. Explosions ring out, forever out of place with the sparkling, still ground, so wrapped up in its cold blanket.
      And yet, in that single moment, that same sparkle slips into her eyes, and shines from the brightness of her smile. The fireworks fade, trails of smoke swallowed by the clouds in the sky, but without so much as a sound, the night is made alight once more, as a laugh slips away from her lips to dance between flakes of white. A single gasp, a meeting of lips, and soon, not even the brightest of lights can match the quiet moment on the ground below.
      And somewhere, dreams of blankets to rival even the vast sheet of winter float within hearts, little bursts of light that never fade.

Scribble: My dream.

      Little flecks of white gently drift through the chill night air, tiny shavings from fallen stars come to rest upon the ground. High above the dreamers, a thousand silent watchers float endlessly beyond the clouds, peering through unseen gaps to the entwined lovers far below. Even the wind calms, playful fingers no longer slipping between folds of cloth, waiting for the moment to grant the breeze its blessing.
      Standing together in each other's arms, the two let little specks of white fall leisurely between them, the stream from their breath casually tickling the lenses before their eyes. A hand strays away from the warmth of her back, delicately slipping fingers around the wire frames, as another strays from his, gracefully joining him in freeing pairs of longing, loving eyes. A laugh slips between the steam, the satisfying clink of metal on wood ringing quietly in the air as a sound of liberation.
      The snow stops, the last few glimmers of frozen stars drifting gently to the tops of heads and shoulders. Neither notices, locked in love's warm embrace, lips bringing them above the clouds, to be home again in the night sky. Cheeks flush, passions flare and bask in the glow of streetlights, the chill air no longer seeking to embrace the lovers, as the moment brings only smiles between kisses, gentle words carried on whispers that not even the wind dare profane.
      And somewhere, hidden from all other eyes, a streak of light flashes across the sky, a blessing for a new home, a new life, and many more moments to come.

"Seasons"

      drifting like leaves, we were, lazily flling through each gust, but oh so brittle, so easily broken apart.
      drifting like snowflakes, we were, sailing on the currents but ultimately frigid, frozen in place.
      falling like raindrops, we were, so irect in our descent, but still flowing together, despite every crash.

      we are a river of debris. let the wind do what it will.

Scribble: Nifflas' music makes me think of the good parts of winter.

      She casually flicked aside her bangs, eyes intent on gazing beyond the din of bulbs glowing brightly just above. Without even a glance, she adjusted the long scarf around her neck, lavender standing out among all the black and gray of the city at night. A smile formed on her lips, even as her neck grew stiff and sore.
      It's coming. I can feel it in the air...
      A contented sigh floated on a cloud, the vapor from her breath dissipating only after a moment. From somewhere behind her, the sounds of cars and pedestrians alike drifted into her ears. Still, her smile beamed on, eyes never leaving the sky beyond the din.
      There!
      A single speck of white drifted downward, nonchalantly passing her by. Another came, followed by another still, as soon, the whole city grew white...

Scribble: Snow globes are sinister, aren't they?

      She perched by the window, fogged as it was, staring across the frosted field, and beyond the gnarled, bare limbs of trees. Blowing the steam rising from her mug, her silver-gray eyes drifted to the clock on the wall.
      Seven o'clock, as always.
      A tremor shook the house, as the snow across the field rose up, scattering across the horizon and air above. Falling onto her back, the observer could barely keep from slipping from consciousness by the scalding tea now permeating her clothes.
      Above, a giant eye, peering down into her window from the formless void beyond, watched with glee as snowflakes settled once more onto the frosty ground.
      She awoke, still in her bed, cold sweat drenching her sheets. The nightmares were getting worse with every night's slumber. She peered over at her alarm clock, hidden beneath the remnants of last night's cleaning binge.
      Seven o'clock, as always.