icicles, for snow_vic

[alexdraven]

The thin clear sunshine was forcing a false thaw, the icicles along the eves channeling a symphony of fat drops and patters of water from the crusted roof into the pitted snow beneath. Karl had cracked open the kitchen window, despite Breck's complaints about the chilly air, and the soft sounds punctuated the wintertime routine of cooking and cleaning and carving, made him think of spring, put a sparkle in his eye. Plus, he could think of a thing or two else that could be perked up by the touch of cold air.   Just for a couple of hours, while the sun was high enough to make the ice drip and shimmer, Karl reackoned it was worth airing out the bedroom, especially if he'd have to bulldoze Breck into letting him. The fresh air and the sunlight gave him energy, made their little house seem more open, and make up sex was always fun.

Comments

[cicirossi.livejournal.com]

mmmmm

[snow-vic.livejournal.com]

Oh, lovely :)

Thank you :)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

That's so beautiful.