Spinach Salad, 9 o'clock

I've been in a bad frame of mind for the last week or so, the kind of deal where I lie awake at night worrying that I'll fail calculus and never find love.
 It's just finals. I have to keep reminding myself of that. I'm stressed and wound tight and not everything I tell myself late at night is the truth.
It's hard, though. I'm dealing as best I can. Lots of oranges, lots of hot chocolate. Flannel every day. In a week finals will be over and Christmas will be on its heels, but for now I am making a salad in this dim kitchen and trying to keep some perspective.

ice song

I'm in the library at school, in an armchair by the rear window, waiting out a cancelled class. The ice storm yesterday left the world glazed, and I forgot my camera so I'm trying to focus it in words. Out the window, the tree-covered hills are frosted and dusted, blossoming with powdered-sugar blooms in a frozen wave of still music. The pine trees at the base are white on green, peppermint starbursts in stiff overcoats. The mist sits like a winter scarf on the hunched shoulders of the mountains, covering everything and blurring the divide between the sky and the hills. In the far corner, the stately brick school building is nearly hidden, iced the same color as the trees and nestled within them. Creation hums with beauty. 

It's raining now. But inside, the library is quieter than it has been all semester. I guess people stayed home, like I should have. But I'm glad to see this. I'm glad for the window and the poetry and the quiet. I've been given a gift.

I'd give about anything to hear that song again

"That's the first time I noticed
That I was slowly
But surely
Coming back together."

The meaning of this song to me has changed since I first heard it. Now it's quiet humming across the parking lot, Friday evening, orange setting sun. Freedom.
My heart is my own.

Falling in Love with your Best Friend - Paul Baribeau

12.4.13

a Thanksgiving endeavor

(Trying new things.)

I hope you have the happiest holiday, full of laughter and kindness and fancy china (or paper plates).
Love.

Sunset, 5pm, 11/23/13

Between 4:52 and 5:13 pm.

I still sing for you

This is a song that makes me a little bit sorry. It's four thirty and the sun is setting and the two gold, sad feelings match.

A Part of Me by Neck Deep