I'm sorry, Thaw, you came two weeks too early.

Try again later.

Good morning morning morning ( Read more... )

I stood at the entrance to The Common at about 5:40 this evening, somewhat unsure. Frolicking is a serious business, I had to think about it. Especially during Thaw, when I've been without aerobic exercise for months and months, I have to pace myself, or find my heart tugging annoyedly at my lagging, gasping lungs ( Read more... )

. . . because I have the attention span of a gnat. And I'm supposed to be working on a major project due Wednesday ( Read more... )

Today it's mid-November. The trees are bare and grey, scratching at the light-grey sky. The air is chilly but comparatively warm. My hands feel too smooth, my nails too clean. Soon now, I'll throw myself up trees and against lovely, scratchy rock. Soon I'll mount my iron pegasus and take her for a few flights a week. Soon I'll run, perhaps ( Read more... )

There's melt on the breeze ( Read more... )