Thursday, December 23, 2004
My night out was spectacular. My night out being me, myself, and empty streets. I danced in the middle of the road because there were little cars out tonight. My entire left leg got lost in the snow, and so I rolled around to get from place to place. I lit sparklers in the middle of the park/museum and swung off a swing to only dive into the snow in front of me. Oh, and the night sky was spotted and sparkling and my jacket was glittering. I was soaked from head to toe, and I felt stale as bread. I headed home but twirled around instead because I felt so warm in my frozen clothes. I sat on top of a wooden board high up from the ground until my thighs were numb. I was tempted to fall backwards, but realized my spine was better intact. I moved very awkwardly in the snow with my arms lifted from my sides, and at times my feet would swish from side to side as I danced to the music from out of my earphones. And great beams of light from the street lamps shot up into the snowy sky. It was wonderful. So wonderful that I had to finally head home because too much of a good thing can be wasted all alone.
