...Alright, so it's really more of a wintry mix of snow and rain that's barely sticking, but it's there and I'm excited.
Winter is, for me, a great time to excuse my introverted nature with weather and sentiment (because it's easy to argue that most people don't want to venture outside in the elements when the elements are railing from the sky, that winter is a time to hole up with a good book and a warm beverage). I love winter a lot. It feels quiet and peaceful and still in a way that the other seasons can't, and it reminds me of insane short stories about people losing themselves in the rain and the snow, like "The Overcoat" or "The Wendigo." But maybe that's just my tendency to pop-cultural reference coming out. I'm really trying to tone that tendency down so that I can seem like less of a pretentious jerk.
Anyhow, I spent the morning--which was an hour earlier than I expected thanks to the time change, how nice--listening to Lindisfarne and reading and watching my window. This song feels right for today.
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