i begin collecting broken twigs from the yard, blown down by every storm that passes through. by december there will be enough of them to glitter, just the tops, just enough to reflect candlelight. i am such a girl.
it feels like the year is almost over. it may be a baseball thing, my annual circadian rhythm set to that season. still a bit to go, but not far, not long. i will catch my second wind then and the rest of the year will push me in the direction of thanksgiving, of christmas, of the new year soon to come. last weekend was the weekend of books and solace, of no news and comfort movies. kelly suggested pride and prejudice and when i checked out the library's only copy, the librarian sighed. my favorite movie, she said. she is such a girl. i bought flowers and slept later in the mornings and it was too quickly gone and suddenly monday.
and now suddenly saturday once again. early afternoon and i am thinking mexican food for lunch. salsa and chips, garlic and chicken. enough to last until tomorrow. i want more nothingness and less too-much-ness. i am such a girl.