halfway content, most of the time
there's no denying it.
[it could be just about anything, i realize, ranging from my mad obsession with the x-files, the fact that that second coffee i had with peter and his younger brother was a bad idea, that i over play justin timberlake, that my desire for a double bed is actually quite tangible, right to the fact that i'm madly in love with john cusack].
what i really mean though, is that there's no denying that fall is here. i could literally taste it on the wind today, roaring up between buildings, making my choice of a skirt rather more risqué than i had planned.
the promise of snow is more than somewhat tantalizing to me- but in between there is just so much that i think i may burst.
i want tea. and i want to press leaves in heavy books. and i want to lay on the grass in a sweater gazing at the sky as those clouds that only fall produce scurry past. i want to bake goods that are spiced lightly with cinnamon and nutmeg and cardamom and make soup that causes people outside my door to pause in appreciation before coming in for a bowl. i want late nights and wool socks and roaring wind. i want hair in my face and shoes and ringing pavement. i want orion's belt. i want to divulge secrets that aren't even secret.
i want something i can't even describe.