When it comes to the blog, I've been kind of quiet lately.
Sometimes I feel like I need to retreat into myself to kind of re-assess what I'm doing creatively.
I am missing the city something terrible. Winter in the city always made me very happy.
I would get up really early and get tea and go for a walk on the charles. It reminded me of Love Story. Then I would go back to my room and do work and then later take a nap when the early-setting sun was beating in. I like napping in sun like a cat. And then the winter nights. I miss movies alone at the Brattle and wandering neighborhoods and walking to the houses of poets and moon reflecting off of the snow. Nighttime watercolor skies that looked impossibly blue.