An ice cube in motion

I don't want to walk outside. It is bloody cold. This is what I am going to do over the cold months. I am going to mall walk. I am going to drop the boys off at school. I will go to Southgate and go around and around there in warmth because dammit, it is freezing outside and I really do not want to be an ice cube in motion.

But for right now, I am writing myself into the outside world. I am forcing myself like a bulb into blooming. I must go. I must go. I must go. If I do not go I will become blimp like. More blimp like than I already am. I will explode into fragments of balloon pieces. I will be bits of balloon mash.

There is a part when Leonard Cohen sings "Take this waltz" with his backup singer where I literally am shivering. I break off from the writing. I focus on the song. It is all attention to the song. It is the part where he sings:

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is