while you were away
October 14th, 2005
days of the week lose their personality, become individuals, you never know what you get. the big yellow leaves, sunshine gets colder, i match my mittens with my shoes (pink). packages are sent and received, little things to sparkle days up, i need that. I am only getting to know this place, my part of the city, this home. maybe that is why everything feels a bit more, a bit striking, heavy. how to capture that? how to build everything from these little pieces in a way that is not escaping, but being happy, safe, real? and deal with the fear of falling. i try kaisa’s recipe: “i am always happy in the library.”