But not a real green dress, that's cruel.
"I wish I had two paths that I could follow
I’d write the ending without any sorrow
I will say a prayer, just while you are sitting there
I will wrap my hands around you
because I know it will be fine" - Belle & Sebastian
I have a little white flower sitting next to my keyboard. It smells like honeysuckles but it's not a honeysuckle. It's too big and it grows on trees.
I picked it off of a branch poking out over the grass next to the JKHB.
I'm normally opposed to removing flowers, but I couldn't help it. The honeyed air carried out to the sidewalk, but so faintly. Everyone was rushing around to classes but I had to stop and poke my nose inside one of the blossoms. I gave in and picked it off the branch, making sure to reach a close-to-the stump nearly-deadish one to carry the honey smell home in.
No one else does it. No one else picks the flowers - I wonder how many people could smell them while they were walking so quickly.
I should be ashamed of flower-picking, but this little honey cup sitting next to me is making it very hard.
It has been sunny today and yesterday.
Yesterday after the conference session I suggested we go sit by the water somewhere. Joel and Rachel agreed and we made our way over to the river. We tossed pebbles across to the opposite bank and threw fistfulls of water at each other. For a while we sat quietly on separate tree stumps that poked out into the river. The water folded over itself in seemless creases and flushed delicately around the stump branching out below me. Everything seemed fresh and green. The sun was trying to slip under the small waves but could only manage to turn the top of the water golden-green and glittery. I think that is fine.
I wanted to stay for longer, but I guess Rachel and Joel like to do things more than sit. I suppose that's just how some people are.
I like sitting. I like sitting quietly. I wouldn't mind sitting quietly for hours.
I like that.
We left for home and I made some home-made pizza. We enjoyed it Brazil style: with cold guarana and even some brigaderos made by Ananda, Rachel's Brazilian roommate.
Then we picked Jessie up from the airport.
Yes, she's back. It might be not so crummy a place sometimes, but Provo is much better for me when Jessie is in it.
I finished Sherlock Holmes last night. My collection of stories, anyway. There are more out there I've not yet read.
It's taken me years to finish. I started reading Sherlock Holmes my Junior year of high school... I'd pick it up every few months to round myself off with a clever story... but the past few weeks have been more of a love affair. My nighttime walks between buildings on campus are ridden with dark figures in the shadows and stooping strangers on the corners. I see pieces - evidences of people and what they've done and wonder how they could be so careless as to leave clues about their daily lives so obviously in front of everyone. Sherlock is there in that grey moment when I've just woken up and the clouds of dream are lifting - I wake up and feel like I was just wandering around London with my best friend, about to force open some terrible mystery and fix some horrid crime between the careful lines of justice.
It's silly and girlish, but I love Holmes. I can't put him down for a minute.
It would go against so much of his character to fall in love, but maybe that makes him that much more enticing. The untouchable cold reason of a scientific mind - that is totally hot, if you ask me.
I bought a green sun dress. I am wearing it today. You might think it's silly, but I wrote a short story about a girl and a green sun dress and it was so irresistable that I had to buy one. If not, I'd feel like I wasn't living quite right.
It's just as pretty as I'd hoped it would be.
I'm in love.
Well, I have to gather some goods for making chicken enchilladas tonight.
Peace and love.
"We've got a fantasy affair
We didn’t get wet, we didn’t dare
Our aspirations, are wrapped up in books
Our inclinations are hidden in looks"