we were outside in the cold, grasping onto ice particles of breath as we sniffled over the strait of juan de fuca.
the sun sprayed through the sky, staining us with its lemon hue.
the deafening crack of freedom snapped at us like a cat of nine tails.
our eyes and ears had been filled in favor of this new movie, like pastels melted into a warm smelling honey pot.
it was such a beautiful day, even with the shrill cold sticking into us like glass.
we had coffee, numerous coffee's, tubs full, and we swam in them, trying to warm up.
we even went into the theatre and stomached the majority of that pastel thick cloud of grapefruit rain that sprayed into our eyes, burning any ambition to object and eject ourselves from its spraining effects. though after turning my head to see the citrus ape sitting on cody's eyeballs, I knew something had to be done.
though the fear of ridicule for not enjoying, or understanding this movie wanted me to stay in my seat, my better judgement reminded me that if I left the theatre, perhaps someone would spit on me or I would see an old couple being cute and I would feel better about myself in that experience, at least.