brainspill

[entelein]

oh how fond

the rain whipped through my jacket at lunch, and the streetlights were really very bright and sharp, like they were new

and new and like light the grey air is to fall - fall is coming in great amounts. You can see it in the piles and mounds of leaves, the sky is closing over us all, and scurrying us indoors a little more.

I walk with my coat open, feeling the rain bead on my face, my hair, cold and this season, this season

Layered sheets and blankets and alarm clocks and early mornings do nothing to take away from the whistling tea kettles of the evenings I spend wondering about the next step

Side-stepping puddles, clear water and cold and this building she rises before me like solidity and wealth and all the things I love and hate about being here. Home is where the heart is, and when you paint yourself there, next to the door, that's all you've got

giving a breath, a moment, some space and I am so fond of you and this time I hope I don't get too mixed up in all the stupid.

hope