tanaise | (no subject)

Ah, Vanhelsing. What a gloriously bad movie you were. But worth it, oh yes, if only for Hugh. And Hugh-nudity. Though, for a change, it might be nice to see Hugh do a movie in which he's clean-shaven for *the whole movie*. That's right. All of it.

I miss winter. I know it's annoying and my toes freeze and I can't get my cheeks to warm up, and I get salt stains on everything and great puddles of slush block intersections. But I miss it. I miss the sound of it snowing out my window, the snowplows on Beacon Street, the crunch car wheels on snow outside my window. The way M'ris is scent-oriented, I seem to be sound-oriented (I know, it's weird when I'm also 1/4th deaf, but that's beside the point.) I was changing into my pajamas just now, and I noticed how quiet it is outside of my window (the fan is off, so I can hear these things). And it's a different sort of quiet than the snowy night quiets--open, not muffled, and I swear, I ache for those nights right now. I wanted the wind to rattle my window just a little (the top edge of the window usually isn't fully shut so I'd get a little fresh air now and then, and all the sounds are a little clearer, and I can hear the neighbors behind us come home and pull their car into the lot. (I also seriously miss the taste of snow just now.)