You might not be reading this in the morning, but I sure am writing in the morning.
I am siting on a cold, stone bench outside of my school waiting for my meeting to start. I was at starbucks but that was too noisy, plus I already finished my coffee.
Anyway...
I realized I have not written a post in a while and like most writers, it feels weird. Not like this post means anything besides a way to fulfill the urge to do something.
I live in Washington state, not D.C. But right now it is cold, like winter, but it is barley even fall. I look out and can see nothing but a sea of fog and cars. This is odd for me to say because normally, as my friends like to call me, I am a polar bear. I never get cold and my skin is almost the color of paper, hence the polar bear nickname. But lately I have been getting cold and I do not like it one bit. I enjoy cold weather but not the feeling as if my fingers are going to freeze and fall off to become a small snack for the awaiting birds.
What I just said probably has no relevance to you or your life, but I wrote it anyway.
