Christmas in Hollis - Run DMC
you know how sometimes people just pop up, in your mind, or in your life - sometimes they’re new, forming out of thin air - sometimes they’ve been there all along and maybe you just hadn’t noticed before, or not for a long time anyways - sometimes they were there before, but left in some form, and are now arisen from the dead.
from where you’re sitting at the exact time and moment that they pop, it seems utterly random, accidental even. coincidence.
but that’s just from where you’re sitting.
from where they came from who’s to say how long they’d been wanting, trying even, to reach out - to feel the soft warmth of the back of your hand under their fingertips - to smell the gentle deliciousness of your hair - to feel their own breath as it bounces off your neck back into their face, their cheek resting purposefully against yours.
still, when they do, because they always do, pop up, like bits of popcorn up from the great blue everything, you’re left sitting there, too stunned to move, with nothing but daft punk playing like a broken record in your mind.
i’m in the swiss alps.
one of my most favoritist people on the planet, best friend since age 11, came out to spend the holiday with my family.
i just took a wonderfully hot shower.
i’m sipping coffee and reading in bed.
watching the snow fall on the trees outside.
came in to put on NPR’s christmas station.
today is magic.
very merry everybody.
very very merry. <3