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Oct. 3rd, 2007 11:25 pmI've been quiet recently. I would like to say that I am doing just fine :) In a real sense, not a "yeah, I'm fine, really I am, honest" sort of way. I like my co-workers a lot. I like where I live, even if the ceiling did kind of fall down last night. (It's a very small falling-down. Apparently we have a leak in the bathroom. Who knew? Not us!) I like my car.
Scratch that. I love my car. Sitting in the driver's seat is like a hug every morning.
Best of all, it's autumn, and that means winter is coming. I love winter. I appear to have Backwards Seasonal Affective Disorder, in that summer makes me miserable and cranky. It's so... glaring. I love the dark. I love the snow. Even when I'm shovelling three feet of the stuff (note to self: get to Canadian Tire, buy a decent shovel.) or, as I'm sure I will be, brushing and scraping it off of my car (other note to self: buy a decent scraper), I love it. The world becomes all soft and intimate in winter. When you're at home and there's a blizzard outside, and the wind is howling and you can't see out the windows, it's wonderful. The rest of the world may not even exist. And there's something about being in a warm bed in a freezing cold room which is so very comforting to me.
And then, the day after a big blizzard, when you step out for the first time (and it is the first time; the world is new again), and there is the sun glinting off of the snow, and a sky so blue you can barely stand it, it's glorious. At night, the stars seem almost tangible, especially when it's below minus twenty. It's like arpeggios sung by a thousand-person chorus. Summer has, to my mind, no glories to compare to that.
I guess what I'm saying is this: the reason I'm quiet is not because I'm depressed. It's because I am feeling serene. And also slightly because a few of you are dealing with some Really Big Things right now and I can't think of what to say to make it better, so I am relying on quiet and inanities instead.
Scratch that. I love my car. Sitting in the driver's seat is like a hug every morning.
Best of all, it's autumn, and that means winter is coming. I love winter. I appear to have Backwards Seasonal Affective Disorder, in that summer makes me miserable and cranky. It's so... glaring. I love the dark. I love the snow. Even when I'm shovelling three feet of the stuff (note to self: get to Canadian Tire, buy a decent shovel.) or, as I'm sure I will be, brushing and scraping it off of my car (other note to self: buy a decent scraper), I love it. The world becomes all soft and intimate in winter. When you're at home and there's a blizzard outside, and the wind is howling and you can't see out the windows, it's wonderful. The rest of the world may not even exist. And there's something about being in a warm bed in a freezing cold room which is so very comforting to me.
And then, the day after a big blizzard, when you step out for the first time (and it is the first time; the world is new again), and there is the sun glinting off of the snow, and a sky so blue you can barely stand it, it's glorious. At night, the stars seem almost tangible, especially when it's below minus twenty. It's like arpeggios sung by a thousand-person chorus. Summer has, to my mind, no glories to compare to that.
I guess what I'm saying is this: the reason I'm quiet is not because I'm depressed. It's because I am feeling serene. And also slightly because a few of you are dealing with some Really Big Things right now and I can't think of what to say to make it better, so I am relying on quiet and inanities instead.
