Bon hiver takes on a few meanings. In France, bon hiver means good winter. I love the way it rolls off the tongue in such an eloquent manner. There is a band in America who played off of this named Bon Iver. I enjoy listening to them in the winter. For me it means healing and peace during a season of cold. So tonight, as the snow falls, I listen to Bon Iver and think bon hiver.
8:30 pm, Nashville, TN, the wave room with comfy chair and black dog, I decide to grow up. No longer will I complain about older women on a power streak, whether or not I am actually crazy, or what middle schoolers think of my dance moves. I will not smoke cigarettes, dye my hair, or say I never do anything creative. Yes, it is true that I have on more than one occasion slipped back into adolescence over the past few months. So I confess and am determined to gain some self control. So here is to bon hiver.
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