and tiny snowflakes
and snow again
I was up at 3am, until 4:30 trying to shush my busy and not-at-all-productive mind.
Yesterday I felt somehow resigned, today raw. I kept moving and kept feeling like tears were just below the surface, just below like one breath away.
I drove by dublin lake with its fresh layer of snow on the ice, and the wind has already made ripples and the melt patterns underneath were showing through, and it was so incredibly beautiful. And the sky! The north sky was dark and deep and moody like a july evening gathering for a thunderstorm, but all it brought was rain
I'm ok, just flailing a bit. More than a bit. A big, olympic flail.
Realtor wednesday, to talk about a short sale.
Our only real option. I feel like I'm watching myself break all my rules, one by one. It is an interesting exercise in redefinition.