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A new spring day.

The wind blew through my hair, just right. It didn't tangle, it just blew right through it, calmly, but enough to get it off of my shoulders, and blow past my ears, giving me a refreshing sense. The weather was amazing this cloudy and dull afternoon. The sun was hiding, not even making an attempt to say hello, but that didn't matter. It was a comfortable and amazing 50 degrees out and it felt like the winter was actually going to break this time. You can only deal with so much snow, and so many days of zero degrees. And the scent in the air was beautiful. So fresh, like a new spring day had come out of the woodworks. It was like standing in the middle of a rain storm and having everything washed away, minus the rain.

More snow, same storm?

And there we are, standing in the snow, someone walks by, on their way back to their own dorm, doesn’t say a word. Our bodies pressed against each others, gently kissing in the whispers. I am sure a poem is running through your mind, but to the title, I could not say. Maybe a sonnet, or perhaps a free-verse, or your favorite, a haiku. I know how you love them. And through this, all I can see is you, and the gorgeously goofy wave I get every time I walk into the field house. I am amazed that every time I walk in, you see me, not 5 seconds after I walk through the door, even between the lacrosse balls being thrown, and through the nets, and the runners on the track, and between all the people there that you are talking to anyway. It is always me you spot, before anyone else has a chance. Still, here we are in the snow, you stop, and you look at me, not saying a word, taking my hand, you walk, and lead me to your townhouse, where you can’t help but sneak another kiss or five at the door before we walk inside. Opening the door, I am nervous following you, but you look at me with your reassuring eyes, telling me to relax, because you can feel the tension in my fingers, that are not so willing to bend as they should. You let us in, to get out of the cold, and you say, ‘Hold on, one second.’ And I nod, you run upstairs real quick, maybe to see if anyone is home, maybe to use the bathroom, maybe to grab a drink, or maybe to relax a bit yourself. But then I am snapped back to reality. I don’t know what brought me from the dream, maybe it was the stairs I had to climb, or the car that was driving past as I was walking aimlessly, or the fire house alarm sounding for a fire call. Whatever it was, it was surely not welcome. Every time it seemed something brought me to at this point in the story, and I still have not figured out what would happen next. Still, I looked forward to seeing you in the Union the next morning. I have seen you several times, and every time, I get a sheepish, almost shy wave from you, when you see me walk in. Your eyes find me even in the most crowded of times, and I scan the window seats, half knowing you will be there with a cup of coffee and your laptop, but still surprised every time I do find you. And the wave you give me there is the opposite of the one I get at the wall, but when passing each other on the sidewalk, perhaps on our way to our respective classes, I get the wall wave. I look for you everywhere I go, hoping you will be there, and when you are, walk to me, and talk to me on your own accord, and make it more than friendly. But you never do, and my dreams die a little, until the next time I see you, or the next time I am alone, or the next time my mind somehow materializes your voice. I don’t know if I should have hope with you, or not. My very nature deems it necessary, but your actions say much less than I am sure I make it out to be.

The snow was falling...

I was walking back, and everything was perfect, except one thing was missing, a hand that should have been holding mine. As for everything else, it was a just perfect temperature of about 30 degrees, and the wind was calm, almost impossible to detect without the gentle falling of the beautiful snow flakes. The perfect kind of snowflakes. The ones that seem to whisper as they hit the ground, and you can feel as they fall into your hair, and lay a fresh white blanket over everything in sight. The kind that refreshes the scene, makes life beautiful, and seems to slow time down. That is how the world felt as I stepped from the gym into the weather, back to my dorm. I walked down the same path I do every time I leave the rock wall, and you were there climbing. Nothing changes, not the steps, not the time, not the thoughts in my head, not the fact that I walk, hoping you will be there behind me, running to catch up, and asking me to stop. Asking me to stop, to wait for you, for you to grab my hands, look me in the eyes, not breaking your stare, slowly getting closer until our lips touch, and we close our eyes, almost reluctant to break the gaze we share, but yet so willing because of what we know will come. Just imagining this distant dream takes my breath away, makes me stop, to catch it, and makes me dizzy, as I feel even my fingertips tingle from the ecstasy I imagine as this wonderful situation plays out in my mind.

Sounds Like This...

If you are at all familiar with Eric Hutchinson, then you know this is the title of his newest album. This one is a review of, you guessed it, Eric. I was introduced to him by one of my friends, and I think he is just fabulous. I have never liked a certain artist so much, so quickly.

He is a mix between John Mayer and Jason Mraz. His voice and catchy-ness is much like Jason Mraz in 'I'm Yours', but he plays his guitar much like John Mayer. But Eric is able to capture these two styles, mixing them in with his own bits and he becomes his own artist. I use Mayer and Mraz simply as a comparison for those of you who have not yet heard Eric Hutchinson for yourself.

Hutchinson has a quirk in just about all of his songs, for repeating certain words, like Oh, in the song Oh!. He also repeats Na alot in Rock 'N Roll, but he does not over do it. He walks the line so gracefully between stuck in your head annoying, and catchy sweet.

I only have been listening to him, for not even 24 hours, and already I cannot get enough of him. If you are a fan of Jason Mraz, John Mayer, Jack Johnson, or Dave Matthews, I highly recommend Eric Hutchinson, as I am sure he will quickly become a recurring name in your playlist.