If just yesterday I stood beside a dusty window in a room where the rain fell on the inside and thick grey clouds obscured even the notion of there being anyone inside, today I am standing at that same window, but this time it is slightly ajar and on a clear day.
Saturday January 2nd, 2016.
Sometimes when the rain hits my window at just the right angle it sounds a little like icy fingernails. It's as though they're trying to tap tap tap their way inside. And if they got in, what then? Would they evaporate? Or would they try to tap tap tap their way inside my body? In a never ending cycle of trying to find the best place to finally rest.
Sunday January 3rd, 2016.
There was a giant Ferrero Rocher chocolate sitting in the kitchen. It was a gift that I hadn't yet eaten. Sometimes I held it in my hands, pretending it was a normal sized Ferrero Rocher and I was just exceedingly small. But today was the day that I ate most of it. At 8am.
- One thought from each day, told in fewer than one hundred words (probably). Sometimes odd, sometimes silly, sometimes entirely nonsensical. Who knows. I don't. It's a new thing I'm trying.