This happened

Maybe my pale jeans and pictures with their snow filters and the snowflake necklace were heard. 

All Those Moments

The Nutcracker

The small girl on stage, back arching in exquisite paths through the air. It is impossible to tell the sweat beads on her skin from beads glistening like perspiration on her gown. Blurring the line between breathless and animate, hands build a place where fabric dances in time with the dancer wearing it; where the stage is a dreamworld set before conscious eyes. This is magic.

Check

Mood

My feet are numb but this is what I asked for. The gradient of warmth stretches from my right pinky to my left knuckle; beyond my left knuckle is ice. Visualizing my hopes for winter break through images and remembering how much I love blending color and blurring texture in two dimensions. In the center I will wind words like you told me.

I think my problem is wanting to be both the writer and the muse.

"Here, for a moment, we are joined." 

-Ron Silliman, "Albany"