down to my bones

it's warm out this morning, and foggy in the way that's peculiar to northfield. blanketing everything ever-so-slightly and smudging the edges of the world. it makes me want to walk, and eventually sit overlooking bell field. it doesn't feel like january, or perhaps it does. but only in the sense of a january masquerading as late late march. two little birds have just woken up in the backyard and are quietly conversing. if i were ever to be a morning person, it would be for this time of day--before the sun comes up, nearly akin to darkness but with different senses.

i'm not pleased with myself right now, and am questioning a fair number of things about my nature. something i'll continue in sleep i suspect, which is where i go now.