December

As of now, my most favorite month of the year is December. Because the weather. And because it's the ending, and the time for reflection and retrospection and introspection and bonding and talking and loving and hugging. And cuddling and warmth and soup and bread. And because it's a sign that we're alive, and things are moving, maybe not where and how we want them to, but moving. And changing. Breathing.

There's just so much to December.

~Sam

Storm Side Effects

It's cold and rainy and wet and muddy and deserted and it's boyfriend weather and I have no boyfriend and I've ruined two pairs of jeans in as many days and now I'll have to do laundry. Waah.

There are a few good things though:
-The normal winter joy of being cuddled up in blankets and bed with hot buns and hotter soup.
-The fact that the few people I see are all dressed in black hoodies so it looks like a town populated by ninjas.
-The prospect of the beauty after all this is over.
-The fact that someone down the corridor is playing the piano and singing beautifully to Someone Like You, which totally complements the atmosphere right now. I love live music, especially in a situation like this.

~Sam