Drabble (2)
On cold --
"January the first was his birthday. I remember: tying a scarf round my neck; pulling on a coat over just too many layers and feeling uncomfortably hot; being so eager and just a little sick to get outside that I ran out in trainers, not my boots - feeling the cold ache and dampness as snow melted into them. Mom had bought a long roll of card that read 'Happy Birthday' and I paced it out into the snow under the window. The ends began to roll after me, so I took off my shoes to weigh each end down, barefoot."
It's a horrible today; rainy and humid as hell (though hell would probably be quite dry...) so I'm thinking cold thoughts and sat in front if the fan in my room. Digging through my moleskein (a present from then brunette) for things to post, I found this. Date says January 30th which was the first time we had proper snow in Cambridge while I've been there, so I blew off work to fuck around in the snow with Henry and then went to the library to write this. The picture at the top is one Henry took, and should be on a Selwyn post card to be honest. It's a view of the gardens and chapel. As for the memory that prompted this story; my dad's birthday. Not sure how old I was, but everything else is really clear. I can even remember which trainers I was wearing; my first 'trendy' ones, Nike's I think. I also remember when they got so ratty my mom gave them to a charity shop. She had to wait till I'd gone to school, because that was pretty much the only time I took them off, even though my toes were starting to stick out at the front. As you can tell, I was rather attached to those trainers...
Tune of the moment: C'mon Girl - The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Jac