i can promise but you won't mistake your shadow

mood: hey, home is strange when you're not here
music: the szabo songbook, heartbreak scene

"she was so hungry for knowledge
she ate a professor for lunch."

-the red shoes & other tattered tales, karen e. gordon

i've been suffering the most glorious swimming in time; guiltless drawn-out headings to nowhere. (three hours for lunch, bergamot-scented mornings, whither-wanders.) i am counting out my final days in halifax for a while, every single one is saturated with possibility. this makes me notice lovable things i was beginning to forget - mostly, misplaced seashells on the sidewalks & the kites of citadel hill.