through the window

I love this lamp.

I wandered around downtown before class and during the 'Lodo' rush hour. With suits exiting fancy buildings, heading for trains, and taxis, and cars parked in gated lots; I took pictures of texture. I had music and I had myself back.

I used to describe the way I felt at night when I was in boarding school and up late journaling or just sitting as 'late night thinking'. I haven't felt that way for a while until now. And what's on her mind? I'm incredibly excited to write this screenplay. For a few hours now, I've been talking aloud to myself about its content- its character's conversations. I've side tracked and just talked out loud with whatever was going through my head at the moment. It got emotional. It kept me awake at least with all these memories swirling around. This is all good stuff happening.

It's never quite clear without communication. And in such twisted ways in which we do this. I do hope you are warm this winter, but I'm happy you have the sunrise to look forward to.

Plus, I've found a few great songs that are pretty much on repeat. It's all a ritual, I suppose. Let the writing begin. And as they say, the rest is all...