#oddly day

[furretroll]

I dunno why but I feel like sharing this video because for some reason I really like it.

I wants to play the 'do you remember?' game now

[charmillaria]

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Do you remember that time we went on a walk? I didn't want to, it was so cold outside that I wanted to stay home in front of the fireplace, but you threw me a second scarf and dragged me outside. It was a good decision, forcing me out, even though you laughed as I waddled uncomfortably on the slippery snow. The sun was out, and it reflected off of the snow to light up the world. Everything dazzled, and we were held in that moment, unable to move lest we shatter everything. So we stood there, and saw, and tried to see who could get their now-visible breath to shoot out farther before it dissipated. 

We strolled through the woods behind your house, slowly, so we didn't miss anything. You pointed out all of the coniferous plants and what they were called, and I squealed when I saw a tiny stream of rabbit tracks lightly darting across the snow.

I think you spotted it before me but didn't say anything, since you knew how much I loved finding animal tracks. But when you stumbled across the rabbit scat, a pile of tiny acorns, you couldn't hide your excitement.

[charmillaria]

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Remember that time we went on an adventure together? We didn't know where we were going, and while you always preferred to have some sort of destination, I gently persuaded you to let our feet guide us, and off we went, releasing ourselves upon the city. We strolled through every tiny side-street we could find, pointing out all the rowhomes with brightly colored doors and shutters, since those were your favorite. We passed one whose walls were a deep red brick, but the shutters were the same shade of light green as the up-turned leaves that swayed in the wind around us. It got a little colder, and you pulled me a little closer as we walked, hands interlaced inside of our gloves, yarn pressed against yarn until the fiber started catching the rain as it fell, and you pulled me even closer, even though we were still cold. We sprinted towards the nearest awning, laughing as the drizzle turned to downpour just as we reached the shelter. As the laughter turned to shivering, I glanced towards you, and our eyes locked. I didn't realize how wide my smile had grown until I caught a glimpse of my reflection in your glasses. The rain seemed to be getting even harder, pounding like a hollow drum against the awning above us. Stranded, I reached up to knock off some rain droplets that were still clinging to the lock of hair that fell out from under your hat, and then we were kissing, and even though the cold wind raged against us, together, wrapped around each other, we stayed warm.

[charmillaria]

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Remember that time we went trick-or-treating? It was just before sunset, my mother tried to explain how I was too old to go out but I wouldn't listen. You were the first person to arrive, bundled up in a furry monkey costume and a gorilla mask pulled snuggly over your face. You didn't know I was scared of masks, and I lingered at the door, unable to tell who you were at first, and not wanting to guess wrong. But you sensed my discomfort and ripped the mask off and then you were in my arms, and the monkey fur was wet against my face, since apparently it had rained. The others soon arrived, even more drenched, and instead of trudging through the tradition we decided to spill ourselves on my living room floor in front of the tv, gobbling up candy my mother had bought for the trick-or-treaters, watching cartoons, and fully embracing our never-lost childhoods.

[charmillaria]

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Do you remember that time we went to the park together? It was the beginning of fall, where everything was still green and fertile but a subtle crispness began to creep into the air, and people started getting out their brightly colored scarves looped loosely around their necks as they strolled through the sunlight trees. We stopped by a bench near a fountain to watch the people go by, long-time residents and starry-eyed tourists mingling together and marveling at the serenity of the afternoon. We sat in a comfortable silence, watching a family talking together stop to feed a few squirrels. Fed, the squirrels raced away, zig-zagging across the grass, and suddenly one was sniffing at the bench, deemed it safe and hopped onto the arm rest. You squealed and scrambled towards me and the squirrel left the bench and left us laughing and settling back down. Soon we were joined by the laughter of some children running around near the fountain, and then by some nearby birds, and more, and more, and soon the sounds of the park all blended together to leave us suspended, floating along in a beautiful afternoon.

[charmillaria]

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Do you remember that time you came over to visit? You swept me into my kitchen, determined to concoct a culinary masterpiece, but of course neither of us really knew what we were doing. We combed the kitchen, pulling every desirable edible from its place and piling it around the sink, like a crowd of restless children waiting to show their potential. We circled the perimeter, pulling and smelling and tasting and laughing, until we reached my bottle of pancake syrup. You were staggered by the abomination, and refused to do anything else until I hid it out of sight. 

The food was, of course, disgusting - the tomatoes mixed with chocolate syrup was not the best idea - but it didn't matter, as we sat around a greasy pizza take-out box, trying to decide what could have made the meal even worse. We decided on pancake syrup.

[charmillaria]

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Remember that time you visited me at work? I was so flustered, trying to balance spending time with you and helping customers, but I couldn't tear myself away from the way your eyes lit up every time you spotted a book that looked interesting, and my coworker saw too, and let me take a break, promised she'd be fine to watch things herself. So I followed you through the stacks, led you wander through the fields of possibilities that laid before us. I could never tell if it was conscious or not, or if the forces of the rest of the world pulled you in, but you wandered right to the travel section, books of pictures and stories from the far reaches of the planet, and you pulled them off the shelves one by one, flipping through each gingerly as if turning the page too hard might shatter the wonders each location could offer. You started pointing out pictures from all the places you wanted to go, but soon you stopped when you realized you were pointing to each picture. And we smiled and laughed and talked about what we would do and where, and you didn't know it, but I tried my best to remember every place you pointed out, so that some day I could take you there, you and me, together.

[charmillaria]

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Remember that time we had some extra time and some extra cash, and on a whim and a dream we flew to Paris? As the languages of other tourists tickled our ears we brushed elbows with the rest of the world, saturated ourselves in a city that was as foreign as it was welcoming, so each new sight that lit up our eyes felt like returning home. We strolled down the Champs d'Elysses towards the Arc de Triomphe huddled under our umbrellas and you told what happened centuries ago, and the rain pattered around us like percussion, turning your stories into music that carried us into the past, but as the music lasted through the day the storm cleared and bathed everything in sunlight, and we returned to the present, not necessarily for the sun but for crepes that melted in our mouths and splashed powdered sugar all over our pants.