Autumn is my favourite season, and even the maelstrom of rapid changes in my life can't hold the faintest flickering fuck compared to the beauty outside this rainstreaked window.
Rolling fields have given way to the leaking entrails of a pint sized military-industrial playground, where smiling pedestrians cringe in the strange silence between trainyard shipments. My time here has so far only been measured by my transition from hating the train noise, to learning to sleep through it, to writing a bloody song about it. Yet there is a tree right outside the office window, casting shadows over the pavement, and catching enough rain to keep up with its neighbours over the hill.
Rolling fields have given way to the leaking entrails of a pint sized military-industrial playground, where smiling pedestrians cringe in the strange silence between trainyard shipments. My time here has so far only been measured by my transition from hating the train noise, to learning to sleep through it, to writing a bloody song about it. Yet there is a tree right outside the office window, casting shadows over the pavement, and catching enough rain to keep up with its neighbours over the hill.
*hugs*