I, and the weather, are both feeling very fall-like today. It's sort of crisp (but not) breezy out and I can feel that there are hurricanes in the air out there. That the wind is bringing change. It makes me want to finish something, but I suppose I'll have to start something first. It's longsleeved shirt and corduroys weather. Warm cup of tea all ( Read more... )

I'm all busy and stuff lately, but it's that good kind of busy where friends keep stopping by and work doesn't get done 'cause there's an improptu party going on at my house all of a sudden ( Read more... )

Watched The Dreamers last night and it was, well, dreamy. It left me with these odd sort of dreamy fabric flowing hot summer night cool breeze blowing through the open window sort of dreams. And I watched some bits of it again this morning before I returned it and. Still the feeling is there. It's strange and as it is with most things that I ( Read more... )

I would like to capture this bittersweet half-melancholy sunshine feeling and bottle it so I can call it up again whenever I want. This feeling that makes every thought seem profound and gives every song deeper meaning then it really has. Makes every piece of scenery out the window of the moving car feel like perfect moody music video fodder ( Read more... )

Photographs give you the power to look someone directly in the face and not have to worry what they think about you looking at them like that. What they feel. The power to take in every nuance. The curve of an eyebrow, a lip, the intricate intimate curve of the bridge of the nose to nostril. The frank gaze of eyes that have seen more than your own ( Read more... )

Saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind last night and, amazingly enough, it lived up to my expectations. I love it when that happens. When I keep hearing 'it's good' 'it's good' 'it's good' and then. It is. And I'm not going to try to describe why I liked it but it I just. did ( Read more... )

'Subtle as the wind', says the song, but the wind is far from subtle today racing through open windows incredibly warm against my hand on a cold glass of water, ripping art from the walls, spreading papers across the living room floor like leaves, and throwing things down from shelves like an over excited cat. Come play with me, come play with me, ( Read more... )

There is a flock of robins in the orchard and a pair blue birds in the field that twitter and fly just ahead of me as I walk, flirting with each other and me and last year's wind blown leaves. And the goldfinches at the feeder are molting and looking a bit scruffy, half winter greenish-yellow-brown half daffodils-in-sunshine-yellow. It's comforting ( Read more... )

The sun is up in orange rays through the trees turning the snow to fairie dust sparkles that twinkle twinkle as I pass, and the shadows are purpleblue. The trees on the hill are tinted orangeypink over greybrown, last night's snow outlining every branch in crisp white. And it is cold again, the winds blows in wisps and drifts and the snow ( Read more... )

It has just hit me today that christmas is actually rather soon. I fear that I may not finish all (or possibly any) of the for christmas fic I'm writing before christmas. My brain and my muses are *waves hands* out there somewhere in the stratosphere and I'm having a bit of difficulty reigning them in. Possibly they are lost in all the snow ( Read more... )