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Nov. 25th, 2002 10:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfirePatterns of ribbon grey cover the sky, like brush strokes. Like the varnish on a violin, seen up close. Curious.
I like this cold. Strange to say, that of all the times of year I like this one, because it always seems that I am going somewhere, pulling something together, holding out here more than anywhere else. Perhaps it is just for the challenge.
Echoes, stronger than I've heard them in years are passing through me.
We're leaving tonight, as soon as Melynda gets off work. The mad twilight dash for the highway, and open road. I brought some cds along. My pie recipes are tuccked into my bag, along with a sweater, something to hold my hair back, and those sorts of things. I'm wearing an unseasonable shirt today and my battered leather jacket, and boots. Armor against something. The world maybe.
I like this cold. Strange to say, that of all the times of year I like this one, because it always seems that I am going somewhere, pulling something together, holding out here more than anywhere else. Perhaps it is just for the challenge.
Echoes, stronger than I've heard them in years are passing through me.
We're leaving tonight, as soon as Melynda gets off work. The mad twilight dash for the highway, and open road. I brought some cds along. My pie recipes are tuccked into my bag, along with a sweater, something to hold my hair back, and those sorts of things. I'm wearing an unseasonable shirt today and my battered leather jacket, and boots. Armor against something. The world maybe.