Oct 15, 2009 11:15
[oddly enough, this entry is recorded instead of written. It seems to be accidental, as it's said in a low, distracted murmur.]
Utter frivolity. The only joy in holidays is the ending of them.
[a pause]
The fog is depressing. This season brings to mind an unpleasant wistfulness.
[there's the clicking of metal sliding into place.
Tapping of her fingers against the counter.]
I wish it would stop raining.
Ω oc - lilith dupond