Mostly a picture post for right now, since I'm too scattered this weekend to give any account of myself. Just kind of thinky. Yesterday was the equinox party, and I am good at a party, but afterward, sometimes, I feel like avoiding a crowd. Today, all I want is to have a long conversation about nothing much with a confidant I don't have. I'll settle on leaf removal, groceries, and cooking. Maybe update my other stupid blog with a recipe thing. That's okay, though.
I think a sycamore tree is my favorite. I like the pale white branches, the way they seem to glow up out of nowhere when the world is still quiet and sleeping, if the frost got the spring blossoms. Back home, my parents know the place where the creek is good for crossing by a young straight sycamore marking the spot. They can see it even if they're far off across the field.
I'd make a better sycamore than a girl, but I think at least I make a hard sort of girl.
Elkhorn is beautiful this time of year, and when we go out just us and the dog, it's so silent. I slept better than I have in months on Friday, with nothing but the creek sounds.
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I'm not doing anything at all right now because I'm waiting for my mom to call me back. I missed her yesterday, since I was out camping in the morning, but when I called earlier today, she was running to the store for a Sunday flank steak. She said, "I won't take long. I love you, okay?"
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Dreamt too much last night, all about firestorms and flood. Always the same visitations, though sometimes they are kind and other times cruel.
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I finally am coming around to my new tattoo. I sort of hated it at first. I like my shoulders, and my Norse fairy tale tattoos, and I feel strong and skinny just now, and my legs hold up good on hill runs with my black wolf. So there's that.
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