5.02.2012

two hundred. fourteen.

There was no sun this morning as I skipped across the wet sidewalk to my car.
Always five minutes late these days.
Such silence and calm in the mornings - even in my hurried state.

[it's the simplicity & i'm held by it.]

I feel it settled just under my skin. That's the way of things. I've tried to write a bit all day today but I'm mostly staring.
I get frightened to touch things in case I ruin it. It'll crumble quick, I know. Later, when I go back and read it and edit it, it's a bit more fearless. There's some aggressive hacking to be done.
But for now I am shy and hesitant.
I wait until the wind catches my back and brings me to the end.
That way I'm barely treading on it.

Just finished a book called "Real Food."
I love reading about food. Seriously, it's so much of what I've been reading recently. If I'm not reading about it, I like watching documentaries about food, or talking about food. All sorts of food. Don't get me started. The book was good, though. Great insight. There is much to be done and I'm even more excited for tomatoes in the middle of summer. I've been thinking about smelling one all day.

Catching up with friends reminds us of all the things that are changing and all the things that aren't. Bittersweet reminders.

If you'd like to know what I can't stop listening to, my answer would be: "Ancient Crimes" by Kim Janssen, Of Monsters and Men, and The Lumineers.
What would your answer be?