Thursday, November 11, 2010
watch the jingle jangle start to shine...and other important thoughts
On my twilight walk last night, a small owl flew from the pine trees over my head.
Now that most of the trees around the manor have lost their leaves, the otherworldly drone of the interstate can be heard from my bed at night. It gives me haunting, frosty November-ish thoughts and miles to go before I sleep.
My hair is finally long enough to twist up in a messy clip on top of my head. It makes me feel young again (anything along these lines is good) and I've rediscovered all my fun dangly earrings.
Most days I write in crisp fine-point black ink, but today is a pencil day. I'm enjoying the brush of gray lead against the paper and the soft scratchy sound it makes. November is for pencils.
I got a new pair of small, dark, round readers. I'm incredibly analytical and Freudian in them. Just call me 'Dr. Villow'. I don't know about you, but I have to have a pair of readers on my head, and in every room, including the car.
Today is 11-11. Curious, since I am constantly hunted by pairs of elevens. Uh-oh. Excuse me, gotta run, feel a poem coming on. I leave you with this important bit of nostalgia...