I've been really quiet lately.
No writing, no reading, no gaming.
This morning started with laying in bed, mesmerized by golden streamers, falling into through the slits of the blinds and the gap in the curtains. Trembling, tenuous, balmy mellow light, catching particles of dusts, to light them with fire and turn them in spirals of glitter, that capture my attention until they fall into the clear air. My heart feels so fluid in those moments, captured by warmth, and I think in this moment, this new day, the new year, I could do anything, be anything, follow any star.
The last year was rather good, in retrospect, having glanced at the End of Year Survey. This year has such plans for it; especially educationally and religiously. One of my trials, a rather large, unavoidable one, has already made itself well known. Very little lazy, basking time in the foreword year, and the ones of the next week and half already seem too long. I long for books and homework and peers and four hour class discussions already.
A good start for a year that will be the brunt and graduation of my masters.
Having just finished my white chocolate Roobios tea I think its time for another type, before starting my next ep and that survey and maybe finishing off some of the Song of lists for Mir's community.
This morning started with laying in bed, mesmerized by golden streamers, falling into through the slits of the blinds and the gap in the curtains. Trembling, tenuous, balmy mellow light, catching particles of dusts, to light them with fire and turn them in spirals of glitter, that capture my attention until they fall into the clear air. My heart feels so fluid in those moments, captured by warmth, and I think in this moment, this new day, the new year, I could do anything, be anything, follow any star.
The last year was rather good, in retrospect, having glanced at the End of Year Survey. This year has such plans for it; especially educationally and religiously. One of my trials, a rather large, unavoidable one, has already made itself well known. Very little lazy, basking time in the foreword year, and the ones of the next week and half already seem too long. I long for books and homework and peers and four hour class discussions already.
A good start for a year that will be the brunt and graduation of my masters.
Having just finished my white chocolate Roobios tea I think its time for another type, before starting my next ep and that survey and maybe finishing off some of the Song of lists for Mir's community.