It has been such a wonderful, beautiful summer filled with light, fun and things I have never done before. Places I have never been, food I have never tried, people I have never met. But in all the wonderful excitement, I feel in a way further from myself than ever, just kind of drifting. I don't know if this is normal, but it doesn't feel like a very cozy, safe place to me. It makes me feel like I can get swallowed up in this life, lost in an abyss of a nonsensical storm of small-talk and low expectations.
I miss the quiet of winter; the markedly fewer opportunities to be a social butterfly... the calm, the snow, the company, the tea, the dog, the books, the contemplation. I don't know why this tone appears more in winter, but I just miss it.... just sayin'
