.shot through the heart and you're to blame.

lovin' the Bon Jovi time warp right now on the AMA's

it's another sunday.
i've just come home from a 4 hour carriage ride through the woods.
that sentence alone sounds very Austenesk. P & P always seems to be running through my mind any how. a novel I will constantly be reading- forever.

the ride. it was nice. different. we, the 5 of us. actually had to make conversation and entertain each other. no phones. no internet. no distraction. no anything but us.
the clomping of the horse's hooves- clip, clip, clip
birds chirping. squirrel's burrowing. deer, laughter and the pungent smell of decay. everything lying in wait for that white cold, comforting blanket to consume.
the shapes of snowflakes speak to me. all bundled up, stinging my cheeks and melting their uniqueness. never existing. not really.

another crushed PBR went sailing over the back of the carriage. K scolding Jake once again. some things just don't register with a man.
after the third attempt at squatting in the bushes, K and I decided it was time to be home. and warm. and clean. carriage riding is a dirty business. my fresh air quota has been filled. as well as my 'people coming out and taking pictures of 5 friends going for a carriage ride' quota. it's not like we were riding down the middle of a busy street, dodging cars. we were in the country. riding down dirt country roads. you couldn't walk a mile in any direction without hearing or seeing cows grazing. to each their own. numbing fingers were hastily rubbing numb thighs. snuggling close for body heat. a day well spent.