distant drifts...

i'm thinking of distant drifts, i'm thinking of the ourals, i have snow on my mind.

snow and lights.

it's been beautiful outside, and yet, there's a crispness in the air that reminds me of the arctic. i remember picking wild cloudberries or arctic brambles in finland by the lake. i have recollections like these at times like this. i am inside, and i am looking out and seeing the sun set. it's hazy out there. cold-like and grey. but the greyness has evolved, and now that the sun is setting the cloud cover is acting like a giant screen and it is awash in an orangey-pink-with-hints-of-purple-like glow. makes me wish for a fireplace. the smell and crackle of wood burning. bailey's on ice, and warming flesh under the covers. i am thinking of winter, and we're now well into spring. i'm thinking of snow and lights.

>>>explosions in the sky - snow and lights.mp3