For once, when I think of "snow" I'm not actually thinking of Professor Snow, because all I can think of is that it's actually going to snow this week! Omg!
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.