lines of pine bristles shivering like threads from an unfinished hem. traffic lights swaying in awkward unison. rain in winter is sadness. even usually beloved storms. snowbanks cradling pavement melt to nothing. artificial rivers carve away the sheltering white like knives. the piercing eyes of passersby. not quite redeemed by my exhilaration in the humidity.

i'm on my second skirt now. the fabric reminds me of curtains. in a good way.

well, healthcare is doomed. in other news, i'm attempting to sew a skirt. dulled yellow linen. flared and twirly, above my knees. morning shadows in the summertime.

apparently i bring bad luck to liberal states.

watching election results come in, feeling nervous. finally living in a liberal state and it had better come through. glad i braved the snowstorm to vote of course.

poor neglected blog, and me with nothing in particular to say. i've discovered that youtube is not nearly as good for music as the site i liked that recently disappeared. if you want album versions and not live ones that is. missing the old playlists.