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the wind bites more bitter with each light of morning
and the sky is lit up.
The wind is wild, a fierceness rattling the windows trying to get in, surprisingly entertaining to watch. Nice to watch when warm and safe and tucked away within four solid walls.
Yesterday was alternately warm, bright, humid, windlashed, cool, rainy, closing out the performance with the first thunderstorm of the season. Is it strange to call it a day when the air held its breath? That's what it felt like, at any rate, a breathless, expectant hush. And a beautiful, beautiful, tumultuous sky.
The sky is not so exciting today, but still lovely. The sun is straining against grey stratus, creating a glow. All this springness is making me want real spring, as in grass and leaves and all hues of splendid green. It's sometimes difficult to remember that it's only early March, and nearly two months to go until that particular pleasure arrives.
I am mired in unfeeling. Things are universally okay in my little world. I am neither especially happy or especially sad, only a little distracted, a little unworldly. I am wired with a craving for feeling but I seem to have kicked the habit, lately.
I'm a little dull all around. Spring break is probably a good thing. Change of scenery, and all that.
The wind is wild, a fierceness rattling the windows trying to get in, surprisingly entertaining to watch. Nice to watch when warm and safe and tucked away within four solid walls.
Yesterday was alternately warm, bright, humid, windlashed, cool, rainy, closing out the performance with the first thunderstorm of the season. Is it strange to call it a day when the air held its breath? That's what it felt like, at any rate, a breathless, expectant hush. And a beautiful, beautiful, tumultuous sky.
The sky is not so exciting today, but still lovely. The sun is straining against grey stratus, creating a glow. All this springness is making me want real spring, as in grass and leaves and all hues of splendid green. It's sometimes difficult to remember that it's only early March, and nearly two months to go until that particular pleasure arrives.
I am mired in unfeeling. Things are universally okay in my little world. I am neither especially happy or especially sad, only a little distracted, a little unworldly. I am wired with a craving for feeling but I seem to have kicked the habit, lately.
I'm a little dull all around. Spring break is probably a good thing. Change of scenery, and all that.