It's 7° in the Valley tonight, and tomorrow's high will only be 24.
When I can't sleep sometimes, I have these scenarios I go to. It's sort of a silly habit, but I like it. Sometimes I imagine that I'm curled up by a big fire, camping in the summer, in a hay field. The fireflies are flickering in and out and everything smells like honeysuckle and hay. The fire is warm on my face and behind me is comfortable, flat darkness. There's a few variants of this camping scenario, one in which its autumn.
The other common one I'm a little embarrassed to talk about, but will, because this is my stupid blog. I imagine what it must feel like to be a fox curled up in the woods somewhere in a little ball with its tail tucked over its nose. I guess it's some daydream leftover from childhood. Being still and curled in the perfectly dark deep woods, but able to hear everything that was going on around me down to the insects grinding under the leaves and the deer stepping on creek stones far off.
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