Rain

This blog has now survived past December 1st and I think it deserves a hug. My new goal is to keep it up and thriving for another year.

We tried to go on a picnic a few days ago. That went well.

A little over a week has passed since NaNoWriMo ended, and I admit I’ve been kind of lazy. I’ve poured most of my time into tumblr, watching Supernatural (in an attempt to discover what all the hype is about), catching up on Pottermore and engaging in an admittedly embarrassing marathon of Project Runway Australia (I’m not even sure why).

I turned 19 just as December began, and I’m really happy with the way my life is right now. Even though I spent the last week totally wasting my time, I realize that it’s good to take a break once in a while and just enjoy myself in my free time instead of spending it stressed out about self-inflicted deadlines and word count goals.

I also think it’s important to mention that I finally found a relatively nice cutting board and I’m really excited about it! I also found BOB: No Ordinary Cat, The Return of the King, and The Hounds of the Baskervilles, White Fang and Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde (part of a Children’s Classics Collection… I wasn’t aware that these were books you’d give to a ten-year-old but okay… I mean, good for you. I also thought it was Hound but apparently this edition made it plural). And everything for free!

What I especially like about this time of year in this part of the world is that it’s starting to get cold and rainy. After months of heat it’s really a relief to put on a woolen sweater and boots and a scarf and carry around an umbrella (I already lost it a few weeks ago). Walking in chilly wind is an amazing feeling; I feel like it somehow clears my mind and helps put everything in perspective.

I like being cold.
Exposed to the four winds, bared to the air; and for an instant, I am
unwoven, exposed, shattered and rebuilt again
in the cold white light of sober clouds and rainbow lights entrancing.
I like wet hair and dew-tipped leaves and a mouth that tastes like tea -shot with memories
bursting heat inside with icicles on my skin.
I like daring refusal to take refuge, the momentary permission to shiver, to stop
unwound and uncontrolled, my breath takes shape before me like a ghost
my clothes are now incapable to hold me in, like shredded film, the air invades
just me and the world -the weakened flesh is nothingness in face of the elements.
I like the distant mist; the city now lies whitewashed with fire on its lips
stripped bare of names and ranks and feuds and lawless rules -alive, and struggling to breathe
a shared lung as we grapple towards warmth
but I will sit here in the cold a little longer, maybe.

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What to hope for expect from the next month: a new chapter of The Malfoy Case , possibly a new one-shot and hopefully a new short story. Also some whining about upcoming exams, and probably some useful blog posts.

Do you prefer warm or cold weather?