February 15, 2015 - 19:29
Instead of chasing my thoughts off tonight while I sat, I decided to write them all down. It worked well and left me feeling very calm and colleted.... I'm typing them here just as I had them
it looks like I've been smoking as my warm breath hits the air.... little clouds that are whisked away by wind
no stars tonight.... does that mean clouds above me or simply too much reflected light?
darkly wooded trees look almost off white against that black horizon
seems so late but the coming and going of others reminds me it's only just past 7
tiny bits of snow like icing on a cookie
everything is muffled except for the dull roar of the heater's fan
I get funny looks like I'm crazy for being outside.... but the untouched snow in front of me is so calming to look at.... little sparkling ripples where the wind smoothed the surface
slight breeze ruffles the faux fur trim of my hood in my peripheral (and that ticket shaped sign on the light pole)
ice patches look like diamonds in this light... treacherous slippery diamonds
am I crazy for being out in the cold? .... I don't mind my fingertips throbbing a bit in my pockets.... but the cool air is so fresh and clean (compared to a city) .... it clears all the little worries out of my head
why do the flowers turn the same shade of brown as their branches?
why does the salty sidewalk look like it's sprinkled with snow? .... deceptive sparkles like cubica zircona
true white lamplight usually seems harsh.... but compared to the library's soft glow it just seems pure against the snow.