topics

snow: There is a very wide-spread wives tale that because Rochester is North of Erie, is receives roughly double the amount that Erie gets. Contrary to this belief, it is the opposite. Erie has had four blizzards since november- two, while I was at home (three feet total), while Rochester has received four inches of snow in all. This, of course, makes snow a precious commodity up here. Because of this fact, on Thursday, when Jason, Brendan, Kirsten, Moses and Myself saw the snow falling from inside downtown Java's, we walked straight to Manhattan square park and began to play- sliding on the ice skating pond, making snow angels in the middle of the street, climbing to the top of the scaffolding in the park and watching the snow fall quietly over a dormant city. We moved then, to a parking garage, and watched the snow more, sliding on the ice at the top of the garage. It was simple, quiet, and magical.
Friday night, we took advantage of the snow again, this time, derin, kirsten, joi, michael, tyler, and myself all staying over at tyler's house in Marion, and tobagganing on this extremely large hill that we discovered. It was terrifying, hurdling down a hill, along with three others, shouting instructions, trying not to slide over the cliff, the snow from the front of the sled kicking back and covering our faces. But in the same moment it was thrilling. We tried another, steeper hill, covered in bushes, and that was even more terrifying, the logs, prickers and bushes that peppered the hill threatening to break limbs or scratch or faces.

The best thing about snow is how everything is silent when it falls- a beautiful, silvery sound. I think it's some kind of phenomena actually.

the black market: is a very real thing. but i'm too lazy to write about that. will write later, i suppose.

christmas in rochester: also a good future topic.

I've fallen in love

with the sound of snow in the evening
truth and honesty
the way light changes a person's face
the snow falling from my window in the evening
my roomates all being at my apartment all the time
the way God holds me in the palm of his hand
sliding on the ice skating rink at Manhattan Square Park
Laura Gibson, the singer/songwriter
christmas
Sujifan Stevens, singer/songwriter
Kirsten's and my midnight adventures
Wednesday girl's club with val after class.

God is so good. He is always here. I never have to feel alone.

november poem

i forgot that i liked writing poetry.

we sing no longer
ice over my favorite tree
too dangerous to climb
and I'm left here
with faded coat and boots
looking up
to where i cannot climb alone
to where
you sit
like we used to in summer song,
but there are leaves no longer
i've taken them all.
your flaws cannot be hidden any longer
for i
am fall

11-21

everytime i come back from break (or go home, for that matter), i feel like i have become a completely different person.

or is it the people around me that have changed?

i'm terrified for what will happen next summer.
i'm terrified for what will happen tomorrow.

only God can help me here.
but im still trying to figure out how.

First,

look up Loch Lomond- they opened for the decemberists when i saw them in Ithaca on Sunday. Brilliant. Better than the decemberists, in my opinion.

Next,

update.

-After a terrible terrible week last week I have a week of doing absolutely nothing.
Its awesome. I haven't done this for years- solid days of tree climbing, driving excursions, cleaning house and my room, reading, watching movies with people, hanging with the photo kids, etc.

-ANNND I am going to see Iron and Wine this week in Buffalo. Should be fun.

Who left you so?

Striking a match for the keyhole
Dark as the evening laid
When he left you all alone

Turning to fade through the sawgrass
Tall as the only love
That you'll ever really know

Who left you so?

Grace is a gift for the fallen, dear
You're an angry blade and you're brave
But you're all alone

Turning a shade of an angel born
In a bramble ditch when the doors
Of heaven closed




I love Iron and Wine.

Psalm 62: How I feel
Psalm 63: How I want to live.