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22 October 2008
2:26 pm

soon it will be snowing. the weather has required taking the coat out of the closet. today it is raining and grey all day and the rain has washed the last of the golden leaves from the tree outside my work window. now it is the bare branches against the grey sky, and the light we had last time isn't breaking through the clouds, but it doesn't make it dreary either. it's quite nice

my radio decided to start working again this morning after my fiddling around with it and trying to wrench my door panel off this weekend. i was driving home from best buy, listening to the current and there was a moment, driving through neighborhood side streets, the street littered with gold and the trees there still holding on to most of their leaves, a bob dylan song came on and everything was perfect, and i'd rather not leave.

not that anything like that is in the works, but you never know what could happen. we talk about moving east, we talk about moving west, we talk about a lot of things. but i think i'd like to dig my feet in here for awhile. it's nice here.

the dialer is going slow today and for this i am grateful. i've been thinking so much about halloween costumes this week that i haven't thought much about plot--probably because i needed a break so i don't burn out before it even starts. so it's a good thing the dialer is going slow because i have a stack of character sheets to fill out. i have an inkling of a plot, an idea of an opening sequence so i figure the best bet is to get to know my characters so i know what they want and where they want to go.

i already know lawrence flowers.. i know him yes.. as i'm writing his name on his piece of paper, the girl behind me asks for a ____ flowers..

do you remember this time last year? i didn't write much during the time.. well that time, i mean, the november time. this time last year i was definitely writing.. waiting..

sometimes i wish i could re-experience those first times. the time in the airport and then getting lost.. that whole weekend.. but then i realise i re-experience it every day when i go home and see him again, or when i come into a room he's in, or even just turning my head to see him on the couch.. and there's none of the sadness incurred with departure.. because i already am home..