This afternoon, downtown to catch Slumdog Millionaire with Dr. Write, I saw this while I was waiting out in front of the Broadway:
Last Friday, when I was downtown because our car was being worked on, I saw this:
Something about the short days, the lessening by degrees of the light, the end of the year--it adds up to something I have to grapple with, something unwilling in me, resistant. I don't love this about myself. I think this is why it's so important to remember: go outside and breathe, take in some air, open my eyes.