WINTER IS EXPECTED SOON

There's a certain slant of light, on winter afternoons // That oppresses, like the weight of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us; We can find no scar, // But internal difference where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything, 'tis the seal, despair, // An imperial affliction sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens, shadows hold their breath; // When it goes, 't is like the distance

On the look of death. -Emily Dickenson

GOING

It's usually great, but then sometimes it's just....this. 

AWKWARD SILENCE

There's nothing quite so peculiar nor as thrilling than an awkward silence. It really isn't silence at all. Your brain fills up with a million thoughts all bumping into each other and then completely disappearing, while the person next to you is experience quite the same thing. It's one of those full empty moments, and I think it's weird...and nice.