Nope, no choir practice after all. Got this awful cold that won’t shake. Just coughed so hard I almost threw up (sorry for being gross and over sharing...) so decided that singing? Stupid idea.
Staying home instead. Boyfriend is making veggie fajitas.
Thank you, Parker. It’s got me thinking too, really. I think there’s more to this poem than I thought there was when I wrote it years ago... Isn’t that strange?
the wind is blowing through the trees
and the sky is bright red in the north, north-east
the summer moon is just half full
but it’s shining more brightly than ever
the birds have all gone to sleep long ago
and the night is so bright and i love this so
the still and calm just before the dawn
as the summer seems to last forever
but i know that it isn’t forever
and that’s all right with me
because you, my love, are not here right now
but
Yeah, I get what you mean.
I feel bad for Oslo’s school children. Friday is this city wide winter sports day, where school kids go ski or skate or snowboard or whatever, but it’ll probably be a bit less fun without snow if it all thaws by then...