"and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life"

psalm 42:8

Thursday, September 11, 2008

i'm thinking

it's a small day. 
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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