another rough night.

if I open the upper half of my attic window, I can lean out and look upwards. lots of moonlight and cloud cover at the moment, and I don’t have a clue where my glasses have got to. but the stars in the eastern sky are still there. I’d be worried if they weren’t.

for the first time in a while, the air smells like winter is coming. cold and sharp. it feels too soon, but then again it’s not unheard of for late October. I keep hearing rumors that this coming winter will be one for the history books and I am a little bit too excited about this.

a swirl of memories – colors and smells. hot cocoa. itchy wool scarves and hats and boots a size too big, for growing into. dragging a sled through the pine trees. laying in the snow, looking up at the sky. climbing over the drifts. footprints.

there are at least four (4) people that I would dearly love to challenge to a snowball fight, at the moment. you’re one of them. this is partly because I am sure I could win; I’m a decent shot with quickly handmade, sadistically cold projectiles.

but also, I’ve decided against growing up, because it is boring and stupidly difficult. If you need me I’ll be playing outside.

for now, though, I’ll be sleeping.

Hope it’s a good night.