we

I have a pal who just got married.

And he just 'we'-d.

By this I mean that he is now referring to himself and his new lovely spouse as 'we.' Before it was just '[her name] and me' or 'I' or, well, you get the idea.

I think it is adorable: it is one of those things that you start doing without realizing it. But it is this insignificant thing that seems to signify...something. That everything has finally clicked into place, somehow? To test the waters? But, then again, I make too big a deal of words and phrases and such, so this could easily just be me.

I think Chris and I - we! - started doing it when we finally stopped doing the break-up-and-get-back-together dance. I noticed it one day, that he had said the 'we', and the next thing I knew I was spending time with his family on a regular basis. For me, the 'we' usually precedes the 'I love you.' Just my way of trying out stuff, I guess, seeing if it feels comfortable to be associated with this person, but before I start giving that ol' heart away.

Anyway. 'We' are pretty thrilled about 'us' so that's good. And my new pal seems all flush with happiness, which is awesome.

winter

it is here. finally.

Winter.

and admittedly i have been dreading the coming of vermont's main season. everything here revolves around winter. we have winter, and not winter, and mud season. and mud season is really just an off shoot of winter, since it is the product of the still partly frozen ground starting to thaw, and not being able to absorb the run off from all the snow.

but i digress.

it is snowing, and now just a little. there are tiny flakes piling up on the ground making snow banks. there are normal everyday items whose edges are blurred, color is covered, and that are becoming only identifiable as fluffy rounded soft things. and it is beautiful in it's softness and strangeness.

but i haven't had to start moving it yet. i don't like it much when i have to move it.