Winter’s Reign
Sitting here, thinking of that last scene in the rain, in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Rain. None of that now. Now, it is too cold for water. We are deep in the Winter Queen’s diamond dust realm. Oh but back then…back then I felt that I would lose it all, eventually. I never believed myself, though.
I should have.
Melancholy music accentuates the silence. As does alcohol.
Time, and the Heart, are mysteries to me. It’s never been otherwise.
Never been otherwise…