Today was so cold. As I was walking out to the big rock on the property, the leaves froze under my boots. When I got to the giant rock, I found an overhang shelter underneath it that I never noticed before. I squirmed up under it, felt the water drip from the ceiling. 

And I did make another fire even though I finished my 22... It was a good one: sturdy, hot, wind-fed.

God, what a mess I am. I feel so soft, dreamy, sentimental, and nostalgic. The way that in this life, even absence can be a kind of interaction. The way nothing ever really goes away.