melting emotions

The snow drips.
Drips drop by drop.
Creating brittle snowbanks.

The snow is no longer white.
Just browned from dirt.
Unpleasing to the eye.

It is no longer untouched.
No longer sparkling.
It has seen life.

The bustle of people interacting.
The hustle of 'point A to point B.'
Cars, shoes, jogging, skipping.

As it melts into the ground.
Becoming one with the earth.
Allowing new life to grow in the spring.

Baking

HIMYM proved to present another fascinating idea tonight. When guys initiate a 'booty call,' it is usually in the form of a phone call. When ladies want to spend time with a man, they invite them over to do something innocent.
...like crafting, shopping, or baking.

Why is this? Because we genuinely want to partake in these hobbies and want someone do enjoy them with? Or maybe it's a test. Will the guy stick through these activities (whether or not they think he thinks they are mundane) to get to another activity. ...like hugging?

I can't even count the number of times I have asked a boy over to help me bake. I would say many times were genuine. or maybe time management based. "I need to bake 2 dozen cupcakes and I'd also like to see you. To ensure I don't go to bed at 3 am, I'll do both at the same time. It's a two-fer."

Maybe because it's Valentine's Day, I have a strong desire to bake. With a boy. Or watch a movie and cuddle. Even if I am going to fall asleep. At least I would be falling asleep with someone.