things that catch light
I am restlessrestlessrestless, oh. yesterday was a beautiful day with all too many beautiful things and I should have taken photographs and didn't. today she left and it was a cold morning and I read about little boys sitting on porches singing and then made my way back, hands deep in my pockets. there was a soft blue dusk in my room, I went back to sleep for an hour and a half, and kept waking, worried I had overslept, so that my hour and a half became hours and hours. I had a dream where my mother came here and we saw a swan and then flying squirrels. though they weren't squirrels at all.
when I woke there was golden sunlight (it's so foreign now) and I ate warm rye bread as I made my way through the park. (the heron is always there, always. it's reassuring, somehow.) I have to give all my time to the upcoming exams now, live in a daze for two weeks, but I decided that I must allow myself the pleasure of walking through the park each morning, and remember to breathe. then it'll be okay.
I'm quite sure it's enough if I spend one day on french, so now I must immerse myself in literature and film. I got Человек с киноаппаратом and won't run out of books. I should run to the library now.
and oh, it's saint andrews night (I'm still not entirely sure as to what exactly that means) and we'll make a world record attempt at singing auld lang syne in more than a hundred languages. I'm quite thrilled. unfortunately the finnish translation only covers the first verse, but I reckon I'll be singing in swedish, then. should be fun.
when I woke there was golden sunlight (it's so foreign now) and I ate warm rye bread as I made my way through the park. (the heron is always there, always. it's reassuring, somehow.) I have to give all my time to the upcoming exams now, live in a daze for two weeks, but I decided that I must allow myself the pleasure of walking through the park each morning, and remember to breathe. then it'll be okay.
I'm quite sure it's enough if I spend one day on french, so now I must immerse myself in literature and film. I got Человек с киноаппаратом and won't run out of books. I should run to the library now.
and oh, it's saint andrews night (I'm still not entirely sure as to what exactly that means) and we'll make a world record attempt at singing auld lang syne in more than a hundred languages. I'm quite thrilled. unfortunately the finnish translation only covers the first verse, but I reckon I'll be singing in swedish, then. should be fun.