2014-01-09 - 7:54 a.m.
i want to go running, but i can't seem to do it. instead, i stand bleary on the front stoop, winter jacket over pajamas, bare feet on cold brick. the morning sky is drenched in pink, as if it were still somehow november.
in fact, it is january now. the days are growing longer. more light is creeping in.
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reading: about ostracods.
listening to: car tires on cold roads.
working on: applications.
wearing: pajamas and a winter coat.
in the garden: there is a lacy frost.