Loops of pretty script are scribbled on my mirrors. Things to do, things to feel, things to forget. My morning tipped off with a mile run today. I'm starting slow, easing my way into a more relaxed life. Ease-- what a nice word.
The air outside is dewy and leaves a film on your skin.
Lately, the days have been packed with meetings and work, but they flash by and soon I'm left with remnants of my sophomore year and the pieces of information that happened to stick. It'll be soon that I'm moving out and into a new residence, something fresh hopefully.