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It feels like rain today.
the windows are closed.
curtains and all.
All there is to look at these days is a brick wall.
(I have to wonder: what is the psychological detriment of looking at a brick wall as opposed to a street lined with trees?)
It's warm inside.
the radiators are creating heat. i can hear it.
my mind is filled with the panic of failure as i work steadily on my paper.
When my mind is here, i put on something with a low beat or a muted trumpet.
it doesn't help that Jericho Beach is sunny and beautiful,
and calling me.
I was thinking about phosphorescence last night.
the faint glow of water in the dark.
weeks spent on the water off the coast of Vancouver.
spent with people who thrive on late night conversation and popcorn made over an open flame.
drinking carbonated water that hints at a floral scent.
listening to music that is soft enough to blend in, but thoughtful enough to want to pay attention to.
the end of winter feels close.
It feels like rain today.
the windows are closed.
curtains and all.
All there is to look at these days is a brick wall.
(I have to wonder: what is the psychological detriment of looking at a brick wall as opposed to a street lined with trees?)
It's warm inside.
the radiators are creating heat. i can hear it.
my mind is filled with the panic of failure as i work steadily on my paper.
When my mind is here, i put on something with a low beat or a muted trumpet.
it doesn't help that Jericho Beach is sunny and beautiful,
and calling me.
I was thinking about phosphorescence last night.the faint glow of water in the dark.
weeks spent on the water off the coast of Vancouver.
spent with people who thrive on late night conversation and popcorn made over an open flame.
drinking carbonated water that hints at a floral scent.
listening to music that is soft enough to blend in, but thoughtful enough to want to pay attention to.
the end of winter feels close.
posted by Kristina at 14:39
3 Comments:
i spend my last couple of days of spring break locked up in my apartment. i don't know what's worse-- being forced to stay inside when the good weather is calling your name, or if you have no choice.
i have something like the flu.
sailing with the Janzens...an experiance one never fogets...Remember when we went sailing to that wondeful little island where we ate ice cream on a bench and 'people watched' for hours?...The guys who drove by in their beat up car and asked us to 'smoke some bowl' with them? ahhh & waking up in the morning to Mr J makin breakfast just after sunrise?...one of my most fond memories..sailing with you...
B
i'm actually flattered, but i happened to steal the picture from someone else, so worry not. it's pretty much the only thing i'm looking forward to in april. i must say that the pictures on your blog are always beautiful and i love the inspiration they give.
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