waiting

I sat on the bed, struggling to think through the implications of a decision before me. I picked up my journal and wrote all my thoughts out, a stream of conscious sorting method that rarely fails me.

I know I’m derelict with pictures of life. I promise a remedy soon. Until then, the light in this picture reminds me of the setting sun on a bright winter afternoon. My friends have been nostalgic, and wistful, so I’ve got ephemeral company even though it’s sunny outside, hot and humid with heat index’s over 100 degrees; which is ironic considering my last post. :]

Do all good things come to those who wait? Does fall? Because I'm waiting...

windy gray

Milky gray clouds cover the sky, the wind whips my hair into my eyes, I feel chilly goosebumps and a promise that summer is finally gone. I wish I could cozy up at home while open windows refresh. Or ride a bike and bake a cake and sew a beautiful shift from all that gorgeous fabric I’ve saved up. But I’m weak and lulled into tiredness. My body is recovering from violent recoiling and dehydration and fever. My stomach sends messages like “somehow shards of glass are in here” and I try to quell it with gatorade and apologies for eating the eggs. I long for tea. This is Sufjan weather and at least my ears are happy. :]