Spirals in spirals
Dec. 18th, 2009 12:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osprey_archerI think I need a hug. Could I have a hug?
My plans for this last evening in York went awry, so I ended up in the Starbucks in the Borders that's closing down, stirring cinnamon and nutmeg into my drink to make spiced hot chocolate, and then just walking around York: and it's snowing and everything is lit up for Christmas and so lovely, and it's so hard to go.
It's a neat bookend, a mirror image of what I did before coming here. If I were writing a book I would plan it just like this, a circle between the beginning and end. (Now all I need is to pinpoint the climax, and figure out the main characters' motivations.)
London tomorrow; flying home Saturday. The train leaves at two, and I wish it would hurry and come so the ending would finish and the beginning begin.
My plans for this last evening in York went awry, so I ended up in the Starbucks in the Borders that's closing down, stirring cinnamon and nutmeg into my drink to make spiced hot chocolate, and then just walking around York: and it's snowing and everything is lit up for Christmas and so lovely, and it's so hard to go.
It's a neat bookend, a mirror image of what I did before coming here. If I were writing a book I would plan it just like this, a circle between the beginning and end. (Now all I need is to pinpoint the climax, and figure out the main characters' motivations.)
London tomorrow; flying home Saturday. The train leaves at two, and I wish it would hurry and come so the ending would finish and the beginning begin.
