these gloomy days are so hard on me.
the vase on the table holds flowers that are quickly losing their color.
i love that we change our clocks to preserve the daylight.
it would be a shame to lose that too.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
air lifts
I had a great workout this morning and all the windows in the apartment are wiiiiiiiide open. Everything feels so fresh. I just poured myself a glass of iced tea and am listening to the traffic and the peace and the quiet.
March 06, 2009
*happy birthday Emily!
the city streets slush
and rush by my window
and i can feel the air lifting bad memories
out of the earth -
the wind has changed direction
and stars blind me at noon.
March 06, 2009
*happy birthday Emily!
the city streets slush
and rush by my window
and i can feel the air lifting bad memories
out of the earth -
the wind has changed direction
and stars blind me at noon.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
more people should play harmonica
Sunday, February 22, 2009
winter song
From January 23, 2009
My first entry of '09 and the wind chill is negative below - all night at work people had to pause at the counter and wait for their glasses to defog or their hands to warm up. My winter song would involve light, airy snow, and tightly-knit colorful scarves.
A year ago today I was a new arrival, a shell-shocked American girl in a new country, a lonely girl listening to your voice at night through my iPod. Hallelujah.
Why don't I write about wedding plans and the dress I found at the Wedding Shoppe? Ask me a year from now. Ask me when I will remember what it felt like to be a bride. Right now, it just feels like me.
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Sunday afternoon. Drinking cheap wine, making flashcards for art history, and watching the Academy Awards tonight over a bowl of popcorn.
My first entry of '09 and the wind chill is negative below - all night at work people had to pause at the counter and wait for their glasses to defog or their hands to warm up. My winter song would involve light, airy snow, and tightly-knit colorful scarves.
A year ago today I was a new arrival, a shell-shocked American girl in a new country, a lonely girl listening to your voice at night through my iPod. Hallelujah.
Why don't I write about wedding plans and the dress I found at the Wedding Shoppe? Ask me a year from now. Ask me when I will remember what it felt like to be a bride. Right now, it just feels like me.
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Sunday afternoon. Drinking cheap wine, making flashcards for art history, and watching the Academy Awards tonight over a bowl of popcorn.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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