today's winter in new york
New York feels sludged on and weighed on and sad. I feel so swamped here I hardly go outside. Or I could say I'm a creature of habit following in my father's footsteps. After all, he really is a lovely man, after all.
The sky has looked like morning all day. I won't begin to describe it to you beyond it really feeling like that sweet hazy kind of Sunday. But when it's not Sunday, like today, the day feels strange, not ready to come back to this world but still being squeezed out of wherever whatever was left- which leaves me smoking on edge.