these winter nights & pages i've been turning

this is what these photos and my nights sound like

nights spent alone in the colder months seem to be more lonely than usual:

i eat my meals with no companion but my laptop, which is a bad habit to get into--

at least i can have a semblance of a conversation with pretty images and words on the interwebs.

maybe one of these nights i'll embrace my alone-ness and simply have my meal

while watching the flicker of a lit candle...except tonight is my last night alone for a few months!

each night i  have turned on my twinkle lights and lit a few candles...trying to make this place feel and look warm, despite our old leaky windows that ceej usually protects me against with his big hugs.

i look at pretty photos of europe covered with winter, and pine forests quiet as snow falls

while i sip my hot spiced milk.

i fall asleep reading. i've decided to revisit steinbeck's pages as i'm trying to brush up a bit

on my twentieth century american literature for a class i'll be taking come january.

i am happy with thoughts of going to class again. reading. discussing. writing. melting.

perhaps next i'll visit mr. eliot, zora,  or ms. morrison...or maybe delve into the ever difficult, but rewarding gertrude. and i finally have an excuse to read some more history books.

i also get to delve into literature i never have before: restoration british literature.

it's a bit intimidating going into a graduate classroom that i know little about its literature, politics, or history. 

but, ah, school. i love it. i'm giddy just thinking of it.

but, i digress...

my nights have been lonely. but somehow they've been pretty.

i love my starry lights, my warm drinks as i turn pages filled with pulsing words and images,

and my music as i fall asleep trying to keep warm alone in a bed too big for this one person.

cj's plane lands tomorrow night...he'll be back at home,

and our home will significantly increase its warmth.

hoping your weekend has been warm and restorative.