it is late, and the greyhound just left. i am wishing it would rain. it would suit my mood to a t to have the soft rustle and splash of a decent sized storm outside my bedroom window. melancholia is the murmur of the moment, and the weather is simply not playing along. a clear night with a chorus of crickets does nothing for the moderately downtrodden soul. i guess that i will just have to approximate by leaving the shower running all night.
(i am kidding.)
About Me
- Heather Tinnaro
- Asheville, North Carolina, United States
- It will be a few years until I can step back on board with an eye to staying a while. At the moment, I still live in the mountains of North Carolina, in a small house with a piano in the parlor and a teenager in the good bedroom. But it is time to start dreaming. The nest is preparing to empty, and when it does, I should be ready to fly. Or float.
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