Contemplative
Jan. 23rd, 2010 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osprey_archerStrange to say, but the snow is melting here. The sidewalks are wet, and in places the snow has receded sufficiently to show the sodden grass, which is dark and wet as seaweed.
I spent the evening sitting at the bay window in one of the campus lounges, reading about childhood pre-World War I and watching cars pass and silhouettes of students climb the steep, snowy hill across the road. I wonder where they all were going.
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Rotten day with the writing. I wrote a lot. All of it was terrible. *kicks book* But tomorrow I get to write a confrontation, a reunion, and an arrest, so that should be fun.
Also, I baked cheese and onion scones. They were delicious.
I spent the evening sitting at the bay window in one of the campus lounges, reading about childhood pre-World War I and watching cars pass and silhouettes of students climb the steep, snowy hill across the road. I wonder where they all were going.
***
Rotten day with the writing. I wrote a lot. All of it was terrible. *kicks book* But tomorrow I get to write a confrontation, a reunion, and an arrest, so that should be fun.
Also, I baked cheese and onion scones. They were delicious.
