uneventful.
it's cold inside.
overcast.
my mind feels overcast.
like i have a cloud in my head.
there was a cricket inside today.
singing.
i listened to bach.
piano.
and i read jane austen.
and wrapped myself in a blanket.
i'm waiting on fall to come.
hurry!
I want to pile the leaves up.
jump!
oh, the days when colors of red and yellow swarm the earth.
and i can wear comfy sweaters.

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