Thursday, December 17, 2009

Baby it's cold outside

We were new to the everyday kind of love. The baby was outside playing with her papa in the snow. The room was getting dusk dark. We peeked at each other over flickering TV commercials.

The storm canceled life, so the busy stopped and all there was... was time.

So much can happen in those moments. Fights, revalations, long horrible pauses that lead to isolation.

"Want to take a walk?"He asked.
"Outside?"
"No... around the apartment... YES outside."
"Sure!" I said. And the blood started to flush out my pale winter face. A walk in the snow? In the twilight... alone with a boy? A fifteen year old dream come true and I was twenty nine but it didn't matter because we are all of us still fifteen on the inside.. right?

And the world was blue with black trees and glistening snow falling down on us. We kicked it and ran, played lovers tag.

We walked across the park that in the springtime snowed pink flowers. He walked up and over benches into snowdrifts like Gene Kelly.

And then we stopped at the liquor store... and old enough we bought two tiny little bottles of schnapps to warm us up. I took peach, and he took peppermint. We went back out into the snow.

"Ew! They're warm!" he said. "They should be cold going down and then warm from the inside out, right? yuck."

I thought fast. I picked up snow and made a ball. I stuck the itsy bottle into it.

"You're brilliant." he said.

And I didn't need the schnapps to warm me up anymore.

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He still talks about that. How ingenious I was. But all I remember is his smile. The look of surprise.

Love/One
Boredom/ Zero

23 comments:

  1. I love these little flashes of your memory. I think we are all 15 on the inside--and sometimes 85. Beautiful words from a beautiful soul.

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  2. Now I want peppermint schnapps. And also some snow to cool it in.

    Plus, I'm still 13 on the inside. I think that explains a lot.

    Nicely done, good lady.

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  3. Suzy, you are a true romantic!

    Secretia

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  4. it made me laugh out loud. the amazingness of your writing.

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  5. We are all 15-year-olds on the inside and I hope mine never decides to grow up!

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  6. I'm so glad I'm not the only one who is Forever Fifteen (well, except Simon). Maybe that's why I like to write YA. This is another meltingly beautiful memory. *sighs*

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  7. This is so sweet. Brilliantly written!

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  8. Love the snowball beverage cooler. That is brilliant.

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  9. sweet, sweet and well written. I feel like I just watched you through a window :0)

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  10. Very well written--despite my relucantance to read anything that reminds me of the cold outside.

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  11. The cold is my enemy, but this was a good read.

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  12. Ah, how sweet. Yes, we're all still fifteen at heart, right?

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  13. Brilliant, for sure. Love this memory of yours.

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  14. You have such a gift, Suzanne, for capturing moments like this. Thank you for sharing it with us. Simply exquisite.
    Karen

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  15. We totally are all fifteen inside. I still feel like that and I'm older than 29. :)

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  16. Lovely memory. Something sweet and magical about lovers and fresh fallen snow.

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  17. It is the "fifteen-year-old" comment that resonates...My sixteen-year-old shared something from her world today, and it was so easy to flash back to where I was at that time in my life...Do we ever feel all the way sure?

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  18. I love reading posts like this one. They are so poetic and in the moment.

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  19. very romantic - thank you for sharing.

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  20. That's a beautiful memory. And I am perpetually 15-years-old - for better and for worse. ;->

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  21. Beautiful. :) I especially loved the part about all of us being fifteen on the inside.

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