cold out. light rain, and clouds draped over the mountains. i'm wearing a sweater and my red beanie and the air feels good on my face. i sat on the porch eating hot oatmeal while drinking coffee and watching the fall leaves sit on their trees. a flyer, left by nicole, inviting jason and i to park city for a show... i'm not sure if that is for tomorrow, or tonight. biloba is sitting in his room, typing a paper due at four.
i don't want to work this evening. i just want to sit in celebration of the coming season. cold air on face, i'm good.