Tuesday, February 22, 2011

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

The sun is rising earlier. I liked waking up and it still being dark. Winter is my favourite season. And now it's coming into spring and the snow has long melted. But the frost still clings to the car windows in the morning, making me feel like I'm in an ice cave.  

Monday, February 7, 2011

Car Ride.

"One of those rainy day car rides. My head implodes. The atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull. Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold. Walls of grey. Nothing good on the radio. Not a thought in my head. "

Only it was at night.