monday night there was a fire in the fire pit and guitar and singing around the fire. it was lovely. my sweater still smells like woodsmoke. and the night was covered with scuddy clouds and the moon was big and chilling. maybe she wanted to sing too. the firepit is right under a very large tree (i fucking love that tree. i've gotta come up with a way to climb it this summer) and the leaves are all off and i spent a lot of time with my head back, looking up at the moon and clouds through the silhouette of the tree branches. it was beatiful. as were the deep coals in the fire. i spent most of the evening visually mesmerized by one thing or another. except for when i was singing along - to paul simon and the beatles, mostly. but lots of other things as well, though i didn't necessarily sing with those.

my ears are all windburnt from the walk home. and my eyes are soft around the edges because i didn't get enough sleep.

instead i stayed up late watching movies again. it was nice to be around people. i very want to see Pitch Black right now. did i mention that before?

i'm gonna take a very hot shower and be all pink and clean.

mm.