Inspiration comes from Anything. Today just the crisp autum ride from one end of the leaf littered campus to the other sparked my fingers to hit keys, creating a puddle of words no one reads but me. Lately, my life proceeds in segments of action- sips of coffee from burn colored mugs- internal debates on whether to go to the class I don’t understand (this one was the most recent…I chose to not go)- objecting to chairs- playing chicken with myself by seeing how long I can possibly ride my bike with no hands. Life has lifted me out of the complicated and into the simplicity of enjoying unimportant things- yes, I realize that important things should be considered, but they need not be all-consuming. Today my mom told me she was surely becoming a “crazy cat lady”… this makes me smile. I think about the ink I saw forever ingrained someone’s wrist as follows:
This punctuation translates to infinity. That makes me want to read, not only to read but also to stop reading the world from a single perspective and translation.wonderful.
It's sunny, and I'm going to go get tangled in the hammock and a beautiful book. The snow is about to fall, and my toes are twitching for the mountains.
