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Oct. 14th, 2002 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinDinner tonight was chicken with freshly cracked black pepper, cipolline onions, leftover red beans and rice, and a sliced up green apple for dessert.
I packed lunch for tomorrow, including a very fragrant and nummy-smelling portion of wild mushroom couscous.
Vanilla incense smoke is curling up past the cone of light pointing into the corner of the room. The air is cold here in Chicago. I wish you were here to feel this - this beginning. I feel as if I am stepping onto a new patch of land, or perhaps the beginning of a grand staircase. Weather changes to the cold always seem to do this to me. It's that adrenaline rush, I think, my body's natural tendency to create energy to keep warm.
I was born in the depths of summer, and lookit me, I love winter.
I packed lunch for tomorrow, including a very fragrant and nummy-smelling portion of wild mushroom couscous.
Vanilla incense smoke is curling up past the cone of light pointing into the corner of the room. The air is cold here in Chicago. I wish you were here to feel this - this beginning. I feel as if I am stepping onto a new patch of land, or perhaps the beginning of a grand staircase. Weather changes to the cold always seem to do this to me. It's that adrenaline rush, I think, my body's natural tendency to create energy to keep warm.
I was born in the depths of summer, and lookit me, I love winter.
