I like windows and fog
It's dark and foggy and beautiful outside my window. I've been sick for a week now, and though I thought I was getting better, it seems that nagging cough that was waning is now returning. I think it is making a home in my lungs.
I feel weird. I have a bit of a headache, most likely from a lot of coughing and head congestion. But there is something else that seems off as well. I really can't place my finger on it. Well, I guess if I could, then that would be really weird, also. It's the kind of weirdness that I want to describe so I can remember it later. Or maybe just not forget it. Is not forgetting and remembering the same thing?
The wind is gently pushing into my room, and it's quite cold, but also pleasant. I think the fog gives a strange sense of peace to it. It seems quiet and lifeless outside, like a dream. The only movement is from the cold wind drifting on me. I'm pretty happy with that.
Seems the other morning I was looking out the window towards the same area, but it was morning and sunny out. The birds were chirping loudly and it was rather warm, but I found it very pleasant. The way the light was hitting the lawn and filtering through the trees reminded me of some other time in my life - I guess when I was happy and really didn't worry about too many things. Even if I did worry then, I can't imagine it was that much stress.
I've decided I like this window.
I think also, I may have become lactose intolerant. I don't seem to have a problem with the milk at cafes. But the organic milk at home is killing me. It's killing this mood too.
I feel weird. I have a bit of a headache, most likely from a lot of coughing and head congestion. But there is something else that seems off as well. I really can't place my finger on it. Well, I guess if I could, then that would be really weird, also. It's the kind of weirdness that I want to describe so I can remember it later. Or maybe just not forget it. Is not forgetting and remembering the same thing?
The wind is gently pushing into my room, and it's quite cold, but also pleasant. I think the fog gives a strange sense of peace to it. It seems quiet and lifeless outside, like a dream. The only movement is from the cold wind drifting on me. I'm pretty happy with that.
Seems the other morning I was looking out the window towards the same area, but it was morning and sunny out. The birds were chirping loudly and it was rather warm, but I found it very pleasant. The way the light was hitting the lawn and filtering through the trees reminded me of some other time in my life - I guess when I was happy and really didn't worry about too many things. Even if I did worry then, I can't imagine it was that much stress.
I've decided I like this window.
I think also, I may have become lactose intolerant. I don't seem to have a problem with the milk at cafes. But the organic milk at home is killing me. It's killing this mood too.