it begins

FIRST SNOW!

Lovely. Driving down 128, we exclaimed when it started, and our driver was so excited he honked the horn. We almost stopped by the side of the road, too. Snow falling through headlights - glorious.

Winter has opened its eyes. Still groggy, it will close them again before it is ready to be wild. But its gaze cooled the air just enough, and its yawn breathed just enough moisture that its first awakening dropped snow.

Autumn's dancing has tired her. We've watched her losing bits of her cloak, leaving them plastered to the pavement by her rain. The warmth of Summer is gone, and Autumn hasn't much of her own heat left to keep her going. I wonder: which comes first, the sleep of Autumn, or the waking of Winter?

Either way, the snow whispers of stillness, and silence, and rightness. And so I smile.

eclectic being

I be an odd one, methinks: my Amazon order arrived today, and it consisted of The Count of Monte Cristo (complete and unabridged, Penguin Classic edition), Tramp For the Lord (Corrie ten Boom), and two albums by the band RED (a rather loud, intense band). And I was so excited for all of it.

Now, my dress needs to be finished, so in all likelihood, I will be handstitching a Renaissance dress while listening to symphonic screamo. While drinking white tea. And wearing my Dr. Horrible tee-shirt.

And I like this scenario, very much.

I'm definitely not a proper young lady. What would Jane Austen think of me? I have yet to find a fictional character with such varied interests who somehow remained a convincingly sane person. Shall I judge myself insane according to fiction's lack, or count myself sane regardless? Rather than decide, I will sew. Tiny, evenly-spaced stitches, until the zipper is firmly in place. The dress WILL be done by Saturday, I declare.