tuesday lullabies

week three // decemberance

week three // decemberance

The clumps of snow beneath my feet remained icy, as much as I pounded down the sidewalk. It was something odd about living in Harlington; the weather took to the foul side of what it was supposed to be. Harlington is quite bipolar, as the weather goes. The heat in summer is always over 100, leaving no energy to go out and walk to the pool; the spring showers brought rain, yes, but also humidity; the autumn turning of colours turned to the fall of every leaf in sight, which turned to many sore arms.

 Likewise, the snow in winter was not snow, but merely clumps of dirty ice shoved together to form what looked like a yard full of soil and twigs - but dirtier.

 Snowfall does not make an attractive town make.

 Rubbing my hands together in a futile attempt to warm myself, I hear somebody call from behind me. “Celia! Wait up!”

 A few snow-crunching steps later, Finn appears at my side. “You walk fast,” he grins.

 “Maybe you’re just slow,” I scoff. Finn was to be known for his laziness, along with how terribly sluggish he walked. He took long strides, but took his time making them.

 “Bad mood?” he asks, eyebrows arching. “Oh, wait, never mind. You’re always in a bad mood.”

 “Oh, hush up,” I smack him on the shoulder. He merely laughs - he doesn’t even wince - and continues to walk side-by-side with me. His blue beanie is falling off of his large, over-dramatic brunette head, which actually makes the whole look a bit more attractive. His blue eyes glow with childish delight.

 “You know, Celia,” he remarks. “Today’s sure pretty.”

 “Oh, really?” I snort, and gesture towards the mess around us. Some pieces of candy-wrapper and soda cans litter the gutter while the snow has latched on annoyingly on and around the sidewalk, refusing to move and making the whole place look untidy. The trees are barren and the air stiff. “Do you not see this?”

 “I’m seeing it, Celia. But I’m not sure you are,” he takes my hand in his warm one. His sapphire eyes light up with a blissful, joyous look that few wear once they receive a taste of the world. “Don’t you see this? It’s so beautiful. The snow, the trees, the air. It’s - “

 “Totally overrated,” I sigh, giving Finn’s hand a squeeze - but only to keep mine warm. “You find beauty in everything, I swear.”

 “I do,” he agrees, nodding his head. “Because everything has at least one little splash of lovely.”

 “Mhmm,” I snort. “Sure it does.”

 “You, too. As negative as you are, you’re lovely, too. And it’s not just a splash, it’s a whole ocean. Celia,” he pulls my other hand into his, and I search his eyes for sign of a joke or playfulness, but there’s none. “You’re lovely.”

don't even ask what this is about or what i wrote about because i don't even know okay i just thought decemberance sounded cool