Friday, December 28, 2012
Christmas was a quiet affair. Fingers dipped in glitter, popcorn on the stove, sparkling apple cider. I spent most of today indoors, looking for all the lost girls and waiting for the weather to make up its mind: it keeps oscillating between bitter cold sunshine and slushy snow. It’s one of those days where you are constantly running out of tea, thoughts, and toast. Tired to the bone because I am missing spring dreadfully. I’d leave for somewhere warmer, but I couldn’t bear to leave winter behind. Being left behind is the worst feeling in the world.