I love getting snowed in. I love power outages. I love things that are out of the ordinary. It breaks up our dependence on technology and forces us to slow down. It puts people closer together. Perfect strangers help each other dig their cars out of snowbanks; they part, wishing each other the best of safe travels. Family sit around in the dark with candles, telling stories or playing acoustic instruments. For a moment, time stands still and you have to think about everything that you do on a daily basis. Ordinary is even better when interrupted occasionally. I like it.
"You're more poet than anything." I folded my arms and glared at Ian. He sat perched on the edge of the roof, dressed like an adventurer. I coveted every part of his outfit -- the breezy shirt made of course cloth, the sturdy breeches, the leather boots that laced up to his calves, the dagger on his hip. Tomorrow he would set sail to a life I craved more than anything. But did he appreciate his opportunities? No. And I hated him for it. "Do you despise poets, Ingrid?" His voice was sad, but a grin twisted at the corners of his mouth as he finished his question. Those blue eyes of his cut in my direction with a teasing flash. "They don't DO anything." My thoughts and emotions ran in torrents, but I could see his flowing smoothly and quietly. Even in his uneasiness about the morrow, his face was a peaceful as a child falling asleep in his own bed. ...
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