patterns

the cold air has settled in and i'm layered, polka dots, houndstooth, chevrons, and a patterned panel scarf. this time of year i can start to get away with my "winter" clothes. i missed boston this morning in a weird way i don't quite understand, actually i've felt that way all week. it's the time of year.

now the time is whiling away and i should be working on something, anything, that is due this week but instead i'm thinking about that moment with all those deer on saturday. there's something magical about deer at dusk - so many, all spread out, not just does either, but a buck or two. soft fogginess, some of them lying in the grass already. beauty and simpleness and freedom.

i don't fancy myself much of a woman who lends herself to comparison, but i'll take joan didion if that's the one you're going to make. never heard that before.

i think about pushing through the week, another weekend, but then, oh then: only two weeks left. i dream of spending the break in good company, drinking with my favorite ladies at home, of reading and reading, of sleeping in at least one tent, of laughing with you and having nowhere to be. new year's isn't so far off but for once i'm looking forward to it.