I haven't been taking as many pictures lately, but sometimes when the light is nice I'll go out on my porch with my camera and this is the result.
Today was a weird day. Nothing strange or out of the ordinary happened; it's only me that's weird. I spent forever getting dressed and didn't even leave the house at all. I read A Moveable Feast, which I am enjoying, and baked brownies and listened to Ceremonials, which I am beginning to memorize. It's hard to explain how I feel on these weird days. I just feel weird. I want to be someplace else. Sometime it is specific: a tea room in London, an aquarium, a cobblestone street, anywhere. When I am alone, I want nothing more than to be surrounded by people. And when I am among other people, I want nothing more than to be alone. Nothing feels right, not that or that and certainly not this. I am confused but I am inspired. When I get in this mood, the only thing to do is to let it ride out. And it always does. I feel more normal, lighter, already. It's true what they say. There's always tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the Super Bowl but I'm more excited about you-know-what. If you don't know what, that's okay. I'll pray for you.
P.S. It's funny to think that exactly a year ago today, it snowed. Today it was fifty four degrees (coldest it's been all week) with an avalanche of sunlight in the afternoon. I wonder if I've changed as much as the weather in one year. I'd like to think so, but that might be a bit generous. Then again, I am my own worst judge.