season's greetings
I love summer. The whole world opens up. The line between indoors and outdoors blurs almost to disappearing during warm days, and my living room is the size of my favorite park, or the whole city; it would be the whole country, if my legs carried me that far. I can wander around for hours, picking blueberries here and buying ice cream there, or I can sit under a tree and read and think and dream for as long as I like.
(In the fall, on the day I have to finally close the balcony door and the windows against the cold, I get claustrophobic for a while. It's like sealing up a spaceship and launching into the big cold darkness of winter. But that's a long time away.)
ObFandom: Dean's nose is very pretty. (I don't just meditate on life and the universe under my tree.) Yes?
(In the fall, on the day I have to finally close the balcony door and the windows against the cold, I get claustrophobic for a while. It's like sealing up a spaceship and launching into the big cold darkness of winter. But that's a long time away.)
ObFandom: Dean's nose is very pretty. (I don't just meditate on life and the universe under my tree.) Yes?