Tuesday, March 20, 2012

the air is so thick and opaque

It seems that summer humidity is setting in on the first day of Spring. There is a thick layer of yellow pollen on my car and the picnic table. I have a big paper to write. 

This is the kind of night where I need a storm. I want to hear the winds blow, the sky crash, and the sound of rain against my window panes. That type of weather feels simultaneously like a rebirth and an excuse to hunker down, throwing myself into academic pursuits. Outside world be dammed, I am in here warm and dry, trying my best while you throw the worst from the sky. 

I do hope it it storms. 

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

a nice thought

I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once

-John Green