Big, fluffy clumps of snowflakes drift to the ground, disbanding into little puffs of white across the ground. They patter against the sleeves of A’s jacket, the black strikingly dark against the white of the snow and the red of their mittens and scarf. The exposed skin on their nose and ears is rosy, the air having a subtle but refreshing bite, making A alert and awake.
B picks up a smooth, flat stone. With a flick of their wrist, the stone skips and bounces across the iced surface of the pond. A smiles, listening to the clattering and strange noise of the impacts. A silently approaches B’s side, standing close by, observing quietly.
B takes A’s hand, and leans in close, planting a tiny kiss on A’s temple. A blushes, clutching B’s hand back.
moon in pisces is a dream you never quite wake up from moon in scorpio is a turbulent storm that blinds you and makes you beg for mercy until you realize you don’t need it moon in cancer is skipping stones across a pond, only the pond is you and the stones are environmental stimuli and the rippling of water is you laughing and crying moon in aries is a lightning bolt that takes off at dawn and paints the sky red with impulsive wonder moon in sagittarius is a smile you don’t want to take off riding a motorcycle to the moon and taking notes on your arm that no one ever sees until you deliver your analysis on moon rocks to the citadel moon in leo is a king in search of her crown in love with his people hungry for admiration, because no matter how much you love yourself you can’t help but want the public stamp of approval moon in aquarius is never coming down again, eyes on the sky, feet dangling just above the ground, and shameless alienosity that works its way deep into your veins moon in libra is singing in the rain and regretting nothing and everything at the same time but never the harmony, swing dancing and laughing at the sun well past twilight, holding someone’s hand and thinking of them right before sleep moon in gemini is a double tongued mouth home to twice the usual amount of mischief and wonder, thinking faster than most people breathe and asking them to chatter along with you moon in virgo is trying to feel everything with as little emotion as possible but selflessly divulging important fragments of yourself to other people for the good of everyone involved, and keeping your wits about you even at sea moon in taurus is arriving home at last, holding hands with your mother and nestling yourself in her arms, and then learning how to be your own mother, the tall woman inside you moon in capricorn is rising up again and again and again and kicking the stones away from your path and wiping your bloodied hands on your pants because life keeps going and so do you, it’s dancing despite tendinitis
When Christopher Gallant was featured in Forbes’ 30 Under 30 list, the testimonial came from none other than Elton John, who said, “When I hear his voice, I just lose it.” The two even performed Gallant’s song “Weight In Gold” together back in September.
Gallant performed a stripped-down version of that hit when he came to the Tiny Desk earlier this month, and preceded it with another of his best-known songs, “Skipping Stones.” Written with Jhené Aiko, that tune radiates sultry intensity and passion; here, the talented Dani Ivory (who’s performed as a touring member of Imagine Dragons) sits in for Aiko.
Gallant and Jhene Aiko have really proven themselves to be two of the neatest vocalists from the last year or so. To have them team up was only a dream of mine, until today. This is their collab, Skipping Stones.
I’m in love with the arch of your lip
As it curves up, imagine the kiss!
I’m in love with your hands tracing me
Laid bare before desire, filmy
A gossamer stage still, -a want-
I’m sure I’ll get somewhere somehow
I don’t envy those couples dancing
Life, for my turn will come in time
Don’t we all get love? No?
Well I will
Not today, still skipping stones, not
Tomorrow, I’ve got things to do
I walk above earth weighing you
I’ll get it, it’s just out of reach
Mangoes turning red-green on trees
I’ll skinny up that tree one day
I shrug today, other things to do
I feel the magnetic pull
I’ll pluck me a good good man
But I’ve other things to do
One day one day I’ll have that man
Who can’t keep his hands off me
You wait, you’ll see
I won’t settle I’ll be ready
He’ll wait, oh, he’ll wait for the likes of me