smell of summer
I'm sitting on my bed, all curled up per usual, and something just came drifting by so that my room smells the way that it did this summer right after I repainted it. when my shelves were still brand new and the paint was still just on and my nag champa was always burning. then, this morning I had on one of my hemp shirts and I started thinking about the last time that I wore it; I was on a trip to DC and it was the last full day and the weather finally cleared. matt and I went to the american history museum and the sculpture garden and didn't really know each other but I remember thinking that it was nice to be around someone who didn't care if I was too afraid to talk. Isn't it odd the way that we fall into little bouts of nostalgia; we long for intangibles that we never really had a grasp on in the first place, most of the time. I don't just mean the obvious things like smells or feelings. behaviors. thoughts. they're with us and we don't realize that they're gone until we miss them. like a pair of dress socks. you don't really notice them crumpled at the bottom of a drawer somewhere until you decide that you need them. then they've managed to disappear, so you improvise or just go without. barefooted. it'd be very fun to arrive at a formal occassion in bare feet. I'll try it sometime. my wedding. my funeral. I imagine that there would be some very indignant relatives.
things are crazy right now at the same time that they are very winter-doldrumish, which is making me confused, a bit. for instance, at the same time that we've got NHS meetings, TNT rehearsals, TNT itself, the 24 hour famine, and SAINT PATRICKS'S DAY coming up this week, I don't have much homework right now, it feels like it's been snowing since christmas without pause, and it'd be lovely to be able to ride or at least go for a walk. I love new england, and winter is usually my second favourite season (behind autumn, of course), but this one has been long and cold and it seems like I haven't accomplished anything in the past five months of snow. oh well. my almost favorite holiday is next week (notice how everything winter is almost right now? almost favorite season. almost favorite holidays with christmas eve and saint patrick's day.) and tomorrow is saturday and I might not have to work because I might be snowed in when I have to leave.
things are crazy right now at the same time that they are very winter-doldrumish, which is making me confused, a bit. for instance, at the same time that we've got NHS meetings, TNT rehearsals, TNT itself, the 24 hour famine, and SAINT PATRICKS'S DAY coming up this week, I don't have much homework right now, it feels like it's been snowing since christmas without pause, and it'd be lovely to be able to ride or at least go for a walk. I love new england, and winter is usually my second favourite season (behind autumn, of course), but this one has been long and cold and it seems like I haven't accomplished anything in the past five months of snow. oh well. my almost favorite holiday is next week (notice how everything winter is almost right now? almost favorite season. almost favorite holidays with christmas eve and saint patrick's day.) and tomorrow is saturday and I might not have to work because I might be snowed in when I have to leave.