...mwah. Go figure - I've been writing like there's no tomorrow since last week (at about four in the morning on a train much to the amusement and dismay of my companions) and I go to set fingers to keyboard and freeze up.
I shouldn't. There's been a change in the weather (though I swear it's as cold as ever) or perhaps I'm simply sleeping better, but something's different, something's changed around me for the better. Auras or some such bunk; who knows?
January, where did you go? I remember moments - first bursts of fuschia cyclamen, shopping trips and soccer games, peace bells and ghostly arches in a city full of life, green wishing hands and hands flashing victory signs and bunny ears and slipping around my shoulders - if you say run, I'll run with you - it's been a month made for running, and finding all sorts of people to run with. To move to dance to play to laugh and lean against improbably warm walls and warmer shoulders over coffee and chocolate and curry, because April might be the cruelest month but January's got to be the coldest. (I'm trying to forget the bottle of frozen olive oil in my kitchen and the layer of ice on my bicycle seat every morning, but that isn't going so well.)
...there are far too many run-ons in that paragraph. So much for not having anything to say! (But it's a good change; I'll take this in a heartbeat.)
And Sapporo is next weekend already! EXCITED. ♥
Take care, everyone.
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