There's snow already on my balcony. It started a day early. I hope it keeps up. I want to stay inside and finish a grad school essay and eat cereal. I'm nearly out of coffee.
My cat would like me to fall asleep, but it's 4:44 a.m., so it's unlikely. Still, I have some lavender essential oil, and earlier I nodded off while hugging the book. This, after painting the outline of a large white hawk on a canvas I began throwing paint at over a year ago. It was going to host a dragon, but now a hawk seems most appropriate.
I hear traffic on the wet roads. This is all very stream of consciousness. Good night.
