...I'll be the first to ride
Today is the sort of day where I would like to be contained within myself, listening to the whispers of the outside world through the insights of JD Salinger, or perhaps Dostoyevsky.
The soft patter of snow glancing off window, the sharp crackle of small bits of wood exploding with the energy of the heat released--just for me.
The beat up, broken in chair, shaped to my shape. The blanket draped over my legs even though it is really too warm for that in the dancing light of the fire. The pages of the book used but not worn out--a faithful and familiar friend for a day like today.
I would like a cup of barely sweetened and deeply spiced chai to send brilliant spirals of steam into the air, only to watch them mingle with and disappear into the warmth--my tongue slightly burnt from sipping too soon. The sort of day where I want the clutter of thoughts to disappear with the steam.
I want a window cracked, a door flung open, OPEN, only to my Lord.
Though i know it will take a while.
Unfortunately all I have is rain, darkness, and a dorm room.
The soft patter of snow glancing off window, the sharp crackle of small bits of wood exploding with the energy of the heat released--just for me.
The beat up, broken in chair, shaped to my shape. The blanket draped over my legs even though it is really too warm for that in the dancing light of the fire. The pages of the book used but not worn out--a faithful and familiar friend for a day like today.
I would like a cup of barely sweetened and deeply spiced chai to send brilliant spirals of steam into the air, only to watch them mingle with and disappear into the warmth--my tongue slightly burnt from sipping too soon. The sort of day where I want the clutter of thoughts to disappear with the steam.
I want a window cracked, a door flung open, OPEN, only to my Lord.
Though i know it will take a while.
Unfortunately all I have is rain, darkness, and a dorm room.