Missy.G
Up we go, through the atmosphere, higher and higher. We burst through the clouds and the water covers my body and makes me shiver, but we keep going. We're unstoppable, invincible, indestructable.
Both of us are happy and warm, in front of the fire. The walk was cold and rainy but he held the umbrella and we sat under the big oak tree on the top of the hill and cuddled. We were warm there, too. I'm warm when I'm with him.
I have too many objects. My room is full of them. Pointless ones, too. Things I wish I'd never got, but now I can't get rid of them because I'm a sentimental idiot.
I AM COOK.
The sunrise in the winter is incredible. It rises just as I cross the big bridge in the bus, and the orange and pinks and reds stretch out behind the city skyline.
It's amazing.
Underneath the mossy tree out in the woods there's a small box covered in stickers. I hid it out there when I was younger and I overheard someone saying that everything ended. I figured if I put my dearest items far away from everything, they'd be safe.
Local. Local community. I don't have much of that. Maybe.
What does it really mean, anyway? When does local stop?
When is someone too far away to be considered a 'neighbor?'
Are they ever?
Soon it will be Christmas. Soon enough, at least. I'm excited. I just love the tree. It smells so good. And the lights. Twinkly lights. Fairy lights. Happy lights, happy thoughts.
I like libraries with all of their books. It's interesting how the best books always seem to be really old or really new. But there's something about bookstores... The books always seem to be better there. I can find the ones I really want to read. SO much.
Math. Squared. I'm okay at math. Ok. I'm good. But not as good as my friend! Of course. Doesn't that always seem to be the case. With everything. I am standing by giants.