Paul Revere Winter

Listening to Paul Revere by Noah Kahan, now. 

When it started my leg actually stopped shaking for a minute, maybe. It’s back now. But when the song started, a feeling of goosebumps spread on my body, and somehow the music felt like snow falling all over me.

I remembered that kitchen; charcoal and white-veined tiles like time capsules of dog pee and strange phone calls and hauling groceries in the snow and fleece sweaters in Ottawa and blood seeping through big band-aids and gloss over a voice colder than the winter storm outside.

The snow feels warm, to me. Not because the snow is warm, but because my body is and large clumps of snowflakes melting on it proves that I am real.

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It's so strange. Remembering doesn't usually feel like this. There is otherwise no calm, not at all. Normally the opposite.

But something about the music and snow on those days falling around...