so i won't hesitate no more no more

today was another day so beautiful it almost hurt to see it.

when i walk home, the wind blows off of dows lake and slowly freezes the left side of my body. tonight though, the setting sun bathed everyhing in soft warm orange light, making the cold seem a little less harsh, a little less deep. across the snow, the landscape seemed full of deep purples and blues in the dips, and oranges and pinks and soft yellows where the light hit and reflected off of the strange tufts and lumps i know make up small bushes and swells in the ground.

the houses to the east reflected the light as well- all the windows were aflame.

i should be working on science, reading hedley bull, finishing children's lit, immersing myself in hannah arendt- something.

instead, i have an orange, its segments slowly peeling apart to reval pockets of juice and sweet tastes of summer. i have soft, guitar pluck-y music. i have water colours, construction paper and a good one hundred watt lightbulb.

i can think of only one thing that would make this perfect.