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Saturday I was busy doing stuff and it was glorious sunny and I could feel the coast calling to me to come explore but I couldn't get away
Sunday I was hoping to go on a hike with this adventure club but there was a weather warning in red font and it was pouring and the trees were whipped into a frenzy and the cats knew that the right thing to do was to hide under things, so I did too
Today was going to be my alternative play outside/explore the coast day, but it's grey and drizzly and I can't find energy in grey drizzle. All I can manage is to sit here and make lists of the things that I have to do.
I'm sure the coast is just crashing away, as usual, only more grey and wet and cold. I prefer it's brighter moods. I'm afraid it will suddenly wake up into splendor as soon as I have to be somewhere, go to class, meet this person. Something tells me I should start being responsible and get stuff done, and then I'll be allowed to go and play. Something else tells me that doesn't really matter anyways, and that playing on the rocks, gasping at the swells and spray, face to sunset warmth blowing through thin coat shiver - is what life is really for.
Sunday I was hoping to go on a hike with this adventure club but there was a weather warning in red font and it was pouring and the trees were whipped into a frenzy and the cats knew that the right thing to do was to hide under things, so I did too
Today was going to be my alternative play outside/explore the coast day, but it's grey and drizzly and I can't find energy in grey drizzle. All I can manage is to sit here and make lists of the things that I have to do.
I'm sure the coast is just crashing away, as usual, only more grey and wet and cold. I prefer it's brighter moods. I'm afraid it will suddenly wake up into splendor as soon as I have to be somewhere, go to class, meet this person. Something tells me I should start being responsible and get stuff done, and then I'll be allowed to go and play. Something else tells me that doesn't really matter anyways, and that playing on the rocks, gasping at the swells and spray, face to sunset warmth blowing through thin coat shiver - is what life is really for.