As I sit in 6th...
The October sun was warm on my face; warm like pulling on a sweater straight out of the dryer-messing up your hair and warming your face and then your shoulders. I tilted my chin skyward. The feeling was familiar and bittersweet-I knew this would probably be the last day I could venture out without a coat. After a languid summer of slathering on sunscreen and hiding behind sunglasses, I was just now closing my eyes and letting my skin greedily absorb it’s fill of waning sunlight. Amazing how treasured something becomes once you know you’re gong to lose it. Every crisp breeze held the premonition of winter-despite the tender sun, it was cool out. I ignored the chills each breeze shot through my thread-worn T-shirt; the goose bumps didn’t tear my attention from autumn’s ceremony. The trees along the side of the road were saturated with crimson, burgundy, and decaying shades of gold. A few brave patches of green clung for life, optimistic despite the accumulating, noisy piles of brown underfoot. The richness of the trees against the clear, October sky was enough to render the viewer drunk. It was enough to evoke a temporary euphoria that fooled you into thinking winter wasn’t coming, that every afternoon walk hereafter would be this fulfilling. October is beautiful, fleeting, and consequently, cruel.
Rain. Gray. Ugly. Damp.
Today is progressivly getting worse-- I can't paint anymore. I feel so dumb and clumsy, I feel beastly.
I just wanna slip into a hot bath forever (alas, too much homework). Eh, damn the work, I'll do it in the tub.
I can't wait to go to Manhatten Saturday--I miss Emily. I think John and I are doing a show during the day, and then meeting up with Em--as always my plans are not definite at all. What's the date? I don't even know... I guess I'll find out as soon as I post this. I don't know what I'm doing Sunday, cause Em has to leave early. Maybe I'll just sit in the park, I've become too cool for Central Park, how silly of me.
I just need something calming, inbetween this week of madness and ILMUNC. I need to bathe in green tea.
And kiss a pillow, or tear one to shreds.
Remember that feeling in your gut? You knew you were getting out, and you didn't know what was going to happen next.
I know what's going to happen next--I think that's what's creeping up my spine and choking me, slowly, constantly, one hand over my eyes one on my throat.
Rain. Gray. Ugly. Damp.
Today is progressivly getting worse-- I can't paint anymore. I feel so dumb and clumsy, I feel beastly.
I just wanna slip into a hot bath forever (alas, too much homework). Eh, damn the work, I'll do it in the tub.
I can't wait to go to Manhatten Saturday--I miss Emily. I think John and I are doing a show during the day, and then meeting up with Em--as always my plans are not definite at all. What's the date? I don't even know... I guess I'll find out as soon as I post this. I don't know what I'm doing Sunday, cause Em has to leave early. Maybe I'll just sit in the park, I've become too cool for Central Park, how silly of me.
I just need something calming, inbetween this week of madness and ILMUNC. I need to bathe in green tea.
And kiss a pillow, or tear one to shreds.
Remember that feeling in your gut? You knew you were getting out, and you didn't know what was going to happen next.
I know what's going to happen next--I think that's what's creeping up my spine and choking me, slowly, constantly, one hand over my eyes one on my throat.