January 29, 2004

I miss

I miss the dew that sticks between my toes on warm evenings, the sweet, rotten smell of peaches in my backyard, the sound of dogs howling through my billowing lacy curtains. I miss smelling the grass, flowers, and even allergy-inciting dandelions that brighten the yard like small suns. I miss the feel of cool water on my overheated skin, the screaming songs echoing through the evening air as I drive my car too fast in the darkened enchantment.

I miss feeling most of all. The winter numbs me from finger to foot. I cannot feel, except for those fleeting moments I blush or fight with a worthy opponent. So much is kept inside now, I hurt with the weight of it. But knowing that my season will come once more, I do not fear. The days lengthen and I will know the light. But I miss it still.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at January 29, 2004 10:58 PM

Well it seems I beat Tiffany and Karissa at responing to this one first, so HA! Oh wait, maybe I should read it first before commenting though.(insert wink here) Okay...done...That is one "HOT" piece of writing Amanda. You've combined personal pain with cute memories, add a good writer(you) and out comes a great story.(insert smile here)

Posted by: Puff at January 30, 2004 12:12 PM

Well even though Stephan beat Karissa and I to the punch we are still your most faithful readers so HA! ;-) Any way! I know how you feel about the coldness of winter. We have been a spoiled city for the last couple of winters with mildness and warm temperatures. We will get through it though. Let's just hope that Punksutauny Phil doesn't see that shadow of his so we don't have 6 more weeks of winter!


Posted by: Tiffany at January 30, 2004 1:55 PM

Thank you both.

And Puff, your stuff (hey that rhymed) is great. I enjoy going to Lost Highways often (see my blogroll for proof-you are one of the four male writers I have on that list-sorry for making that chauvanistic remark).

Sometimes, as I intimated in the hall earlier, rather ineloquently, I get into a mood that feels really reminiscent and romantic all at once. If I write papers on nights like that, Jerz usually says they are wordy...

Taking words out of my heart is like grabbing a fish in a waterfall, sometimes you grab and miss, and in other times, a rainbow of life emerges. If you do grasp it, you have to hold on to it though with everything you have. Many times I miss. I am glad to see I didn't this time.

Posted by: Amanda at January 30, 2004 2:32 PM

But I just did with that fish/waterfall analogy. :-) hehehe

Posted by: Amanda at January 30, 2004 3:07 PM

Oh, Amandam you'll never learn. Winter is just a phase--just like summer!!! You've got to take what you can get here in western Pennsylvania, and I take the snow anyday of the week!

I thought I had you broken of this ranting for want of summer....

Sunshine--bah! ;)

Posted by: Karissa at January 30, 2004 8:40 PM

And as for beating Tiffany and I to Amanda's blog--well, I'm a faithful reader, let me qualify that by saying that I am a faithful, but BUSY reader. I tend to have things going on in my own life that, nothing personal Amanda, take precedence over reading your lovely blog entries ;)

And that they are--lovely (whether they rant about the snow or not, they're still lovely).

Posted by: Karissa at January 30, 2004 8:41 PM

No offense taken. I think Mr. Puff was just trying to make a statement about the extremist qualities of the bloginators. I am happy to have so many faithful readers, commentors or not. Comments are really nice, though. Even from people like Jay or Paul :-) hehe.

Posted by: Amanda at January 30, 2004 8:49 PM

Amen to that, im sooo ready for spring and summer!!!

Posted by: steph at February 19, 2004 11:34 PM
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