Huh.

I imagined a frozen lake
and a gramophone playing
a nocturne once,

(I really just "read" a biography of 

Tolkien)

and how I would be in love

and we would venture onto the ice. 

(Ok, I skipped to the section

  on how his wife danced for him in woods once &

it inspired the tale of Beren and Lúthien)

So, I started wearing mock turtlenecks 

whilst dreaming of New Hampshire. 

(I wear turtlenecks and live in Troy, NY)