Some days, between the piles of paper scattered across my desk and attempting to erase the soft tension of differing ideas with my roommates, I forget the sound of my own voice.
I forget, after months of no substantial time to rest, how it feels to take an hour to sit down and write. I used to be quite good at rest, sitting still, listening to the birds. But now, I find myself jumping up, writing myself another note, searching for dishes to clean, another task to add to my list.
That is why I am so thankful for Sunday evening. I had planned to eat dinner with friends I haven't seen in a long time. I was so excited. But after a nonstop week, I felt sick Sunday evening. Sick enough to tell my friends I couldn't come and take a laze on the couch. Though I dearly missed being with my friends, I really needed the time to let my mind wander.
And today, Tuesday, I woke up to snow, which I so appreciate. One more free day to snuggle in warm blankets, drink black tea, and write some thoughts.
I think I'll spin some poems. :)
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