5 November 2015
The below-sixty-degree weather this week has truly brought me back to my home; I write with a cup of hot tea next to my laptop while I type away my next novel or poem, a stream of imagination flowing from my fingertips to the document.
It's as if all of my creativity was locked away in hibernation during the endless, hellish season of blazing sun rays glaring on my skin, and as soon as the cool clouds formed an overcast, the ideas sprung out of their holes.
Or perhaps it's simply the upcoming holiday season––Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's Eve, etc––that's lifted up the mood. I feel like it's Christmas even though it's more than a month away, because it's cold outside; therefore, I am happy because I am being constantly tricked into thinking Christmas is right around the corner.
Anyway, I hope you're all surviving school, or your job, or your family, or anything you're trying to get through at the moment.
Don't you wish that we had a specific pronoun to use to address more than one person like the french do? You know, they use "vous" to say "you," but it's plural, so "vous" is used to address more than one "you," if that makes any sense.
It's 6:55pm and dark as midnight––I am home.