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It's snowing again. Much heavier than it was yesterday.

It's beautiful. Feathery and large and light. And it tastes wonderful.

And I'm dripping snowmelt all over the table and that's cold down the back of my neck!

02:34 am: Dan and I just went for a walk, just around the block. So, so lovely. So quiet. The crunching of the powdery snow under my feet almost feels like I'm destroying something, but I do love to walk in new snow. We looked back at our footprints: his were straight, one in front of the other but mine wandered all over the place with my feet pointing in different directions to each other.

You could see the shadows of the falling snow in the light from the street lamps on the snow laying at least an inch thick on the ground. There was quiet and beauty and everything looked almost otherworldly with all the imperfections covered. It really was one of those moments, a lot of moments, to just...inhale, if that's the word I'm looking for.

I think in words, in pictures with captions. I translate to myself, from experience to description. But I was quiet and...there was just the feeling; the delight, the wonder, that just existed, on its own, without connotations, and could not be, still cannot be, adequately described.

We went on the roundabout, because I've always wanted to walk on a roundabout; it's just one of those places that everyone passes and no-one stops at. I tipped my head back and looked up at the sky and the flakes were getting fatter again, whispering as they landed on my shoulders, and there were more and more coming, endless, appearing from nowhere and falling from a grey-orange sky.

I did the same as we reached home again. And just like on the roundabout, I felt I might fall backwards, because there was no ground, no balance, just the dizzying eternity of snowflakes in the sky.

It's inconceivable to think that those snowflakes are all different. My mind simply cannot visualise it; it's like large numbers, just a fact, words that cannot truly be understood. A whole new level of beauty that was quite invisible, but what we could see was quite quite enough. (I think they do all taste different though.)

Enough were falling that, when we walked back along our road, our footprints heading the other way were merely shadows.
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Upon viewing Drop the Dead Donkey, series 4, episode 9, Henry's Autobiography, I learned that the National Lottery (or Lotto, as it is now called) only started in November 1994. Which I am quite astonished by. I don't know, I just never thought about it. I always just assumed that it was an established thing, not something that's younger than me and had only been going three years or so when I became aware of it.

Television is educational. *nods*
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I have written more in the past few days than in several months before that. [livejournal.com profile] fandom_stocking is wonderful, even without a stocking of my own, in that I get that and the pleasure of giving and lovely comments on the fic I managed to finish and post, even from those that it wasn't written for. LOVE YOU ALL.

The recent mod announcement on [livejournal.com profile] sarahjane_fic has also made me rather squeeful. Finally, I can go back and read the posts without fear of seeing that icon! :D

Jodi: 'You're so high on life. You're always so happy.' This is probably true; I think I'm very lucky. Certainly the way I'm feeling now; I am currently bouncing along happily to Queen.

:D :D :D Anjilah thought me bouncing about all over the place earlier was a symptom of not sleeping properly; Jen assured her that was indeed my normal reaction to receiving wonderful comments.

:D Almost all the house is here, 'Flash' by Queen has just come up, The Romans is hopefully in my near viewing and endorphins like whoa.

And no, I do not think I am high on sugar. The last thing I had to eat was at midday, nearly eight hours ago, even if it was melty warm chocolate cake with chocolate fudge ice cream. (Jodi and I were watching the first two episodes of Merlin).

*jazz hands* And possibly this is the most unconditionally happy post I've ever made. I wish I could capture this feeling and come back to it, give it out to all my friends when they were sad.

And I'm sorry, no 11 wank or LJ woes are allowed to puncture happy babble/bubble yet.
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This is my favourite advert on telly at the moment.

I'm not sure what that says about me.
agapi42: Livia from I, Claudius (One hmm)
This has interested me since I read 'All American Girl' and Sam notes that yes, the-lady-the-name-of-whom-I-forget did say 'another think coming' not 'thing'. Which I found strange because I (and everyone I've ever heard) have always said 'think'. So I assumed it was an Americanism, yet there are 4 (so far) votes that they are not American and say 'thing'. So go vote in [livejournal.com profile] vandonovan's poll, because the statistics are very interesting.

Link to poll
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Hiya, I'm Emma. I have a very ordinary life. If you're reading this, you've probably read one or more of my fics. I thank you for taking the time.

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