Between Space
Dec. 30th, 2007 07:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormIn the same way that the night is darkest just before dawn, this is the dark time of year for me. Come February and Chinese New Years and gunpowder to frighten away the bad spirits and dragons eating lettuce it will be spring; there will be hazel flowers and skunk cabbage up and the sky will be blue sometimes and the light a pale golden. The ground will smell like the leaves molding into it. Buds will swell. My hands will itch to get into the ground.
Right now it's just sleeping and dark and blank, a slate waiting for the year to come. I'm thin and worn-down. I'm waiting. There isn't much of me to do anything, to be interesting or to be witty or to be warm. If I was left to my own devices I'd be wandering the endowment lands and sculpting but work takes my waking time and replaces it with a blur of interaction. Then I sleep.
My cough is getting better. My lungs don't bubble every time I breathe. My body is still dealing with some things going on inside it, though. I don't even have much interest in eating, just in hibernating the next while away.
Monogamy continues to feel good. Living with roommates stays an up-and-down thing, surprising no one. I've run out of things to read but my rats still love me. There are no bolts of lightning to write about, so I don't write much. Winter is a time of few words.
I hope you're well. I'm thinking about how I'll celebrate my New Years. Usually I like it quiet with one or two very close people. That will be hard to achieve this year; it's alone or a party. What will you do?
I think I may light a fire in the fireplace.
Right now it's just sleeping and dark and blank, a slate waiting for the year to come. I'm thin and worn-down. I'm waiting. There isn't much of me to do anything, to be interesting or to be witty or to be warm. If I was left to my own devices I'd be wandering the endowment lands and sculpting but work takes my waking time and replaces it with a blur of interaction. Then I sleep.
My cough is getting better. My lungs don't bubble every time I breathe. My body is still dealing with some things going on inside it, though. I don't even have much interest in eating, just in hibernating the next while away.
Monogamy continues to feel good. Living with roommates stays an up-and-down thing, surprising no one. I've run out of things to read but my rats still love me. There are no bolts of lightning to write about, so I don't write much. Winter is a time of few words.
I hope you're well. I'm thinking about how I'll celebrate my New Years. Usually I like it quiet with one or two very close people. That will be hard to achieve this year; it's alone or a party. What will you do?
I think I may light a fire in the fireplace.
