keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Wednesday, Mar. 02, 2005 - 6:11 pm >>
september

i was greeted by an angry, brewing storm this morning as i left home. the temperature is too close to autumn now. i've shut all the windows but the wind still seeps into this room like an unwanted guest.

can i confess now? ... i'm growing frightened of the change. my bones have never really learned to get used to the cold. it's so easy to be sore. in the body, in the head. i think i've begun to realise how hard it is to rest. to really let go of everything ..