you can hear the city talking
Dec. 20th, 2018 09:22 pmIt was good sleep last night, and enough of it to get me through to today, so I think I may do that again, with the stopping being upright at a reasonable time and letting sleep take hold.
I ended up reading the beginning of Sing for the Coming of the Longest Night, which someone on my friendslist recommended (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
skygiants maybe?) and it is so far marvelous and gave my brain something to soak in as I was falling asleep. It evokes a very specific set of emotions and desires in me; to walk down dark streets with fallen leaves blowing, to see birds rise out of a tree, to run in the night or ride in a car too fast watching the lights blur... there is a certain set of music & books that caught this for me when I first encountered them two and a half decades ago, but this is the first new thing to touch on it in a long time, and I am deeply astonished to discover that those wells are still there and have not run dry despite the years between with their experiences and wisdom and the accumulated weariness of all this living -- the adolescent urge to peel back the skin of the world and swim through the magic underneath is still strong after all.
I am sitting here typing which is lovely but I need to do a few other things, such as tea and I think a hot shower before the climbing into bed properly and reading a little and sleep. The day went well; not only did I get to listen to young children utterly engaged in making music and help them with a simple & sweet craft, but also I got gift cards for various teachers and ate a terrible sandwich and a good burrito and found excellent presents for my smol daughter to give her two best friends (necessary because said friends are giving out presents and daughter is suddenly at the age in which she wants to reciprocate -- I almost wrote 'retaliate' but I think it is still more on the side of generosity than competition) -- and everything is done and ready to go, pajamas clean and dry for pajama day tomorrow, cards for teachers ready to drop off, last-minute vital Girl Scout paperwork in my purse... yes, I think I want a shower now and a good sleep. One day more (hopefully sans barricades) and then I will see what the weekend brings.
I ended up reading the beginning of Sing for the Coming of the Longest Night, which someone on my friendslist recommended (
skygiants maybe?) and it is so far marvelous and gave my brain something to soak in as I was falling asleep. It evokes a very specific set of emotions and desires in me; to walk down dark streets with fallen leaves blowing, to see birds rise out of a tree, to run in the night or ride in a car too fast watching the lights blur... there is a certain set of music & books that caught this for me when I first encountered them two and a half decades ago, but this is the first new thing to touch on it in a long time, and I am deeply astonished to discover that those wells are still there and have not run dry despite the years between with their experiences and wisdom and the accumulated weariness of all this living -- the adolescent urge to peel back the skin of the world and swim through the magic underneath is still strong after all.I am sitting here typing which is lovely but I need to do a few other things, such as tea and I think a hot shower before the climbing into bed properly and reading a little and sleep. The day went well; not only did I get to listen to young children utterly engaged in making music and help them with a simple & sweet craft, but also I got gift cards for various teachers and ate a terrible sandwich and a good burrito and found excellent presents for my smol daughter to give her two best friends (necessary because said friends are giving out presents and daughter is suddenly at the age in which she wants to reciprocate -- I almost wrote 'retaliate' but I think it is still more on the side of generosity than competition) -- and everything is done and ready to go, pajamas clean and dry for pajama day tomorrow, cards for teachers ready to drop off, last-minute vital Girl Scout paperwork in my purse... yes, I think I want a shower now and a good sleep. One day more (hopefully sans barricades) and then I will see what the weekend brings.
