bright and cold

[bryiarrose]

walking home from class about twenty minutes ago, the moon was already rising. bright against the sky even without the dark. beautiful. it's far too cold here, or maybe i just need a better hat. classes will be classes, more the kind that made me love carleton to begin with. and i'm going to write about myself... we'll see how far i push, how far i can. it makes me wonder about validity in some ways. why certain things in our lives are considered to be more acceptably important than others, whether or not the less acceptable things may be the ones that change us the most--and the ones we learn the most from in the retelling.

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[almejor.livejournal.com]

I miss Carleton in the winter. I don't know why, but a Northfield winter is so beautiful in the way a winter here can't compare with. The sky is somehow bluer there, and the silence, the snow fresh beneath your feet late night coming home from Monday's, the smell of woodsmoke from the houses in town, and the moon shining above. I want that again, I want it so much (but not quite enough to become a prof).

[xayide79.livejournal.com]

I was thinking along similar lines tonight. I miss ice skating in the snow, and freezing my ass off getting over to Dacie's for rehearsal. A cup of hot chocolate or tea tastes so good after a walk from the library.

Maybe I will move north. Naah, probably not.