i only want to love you

[ivyology]

The angsts of yesterday have gone again, in search of more hospitable climes. My new furniture setup pleases me; the desk is by the window now and I'm free to while away the minutes and hours watching the sky transform itself throughout the day. I watch the sky, the starved brown skeleton trees, the dulled ground, and wish for snow.

I'm happy again, there's work to be done, I'll be home in thirteen days and this empty semester will be ended, and perhaps one day it will snow, will at least grow cold and icy and windswept and bare. I need my seasons; I need the rhythmic change.