you can take the road that takes you to the stars now, i can take the road that'll see me through

[ivyology]

Cold cold cold. Winter hovers round the corner. I want snow, that first snow, still magic after all these years. Times like this I can't imagine living without four seasons. Though by January I can imagine it quite well.

Some days I wish I were small, easily folded. My limbs are too long to bundle up tightly, the distance from heart to ends too long. A sluggish blood pressure doesn't help much, either.

I want Christmas music, Kings College Choir, lovely castrated boys. Soon, soon.