Tis the season

I should be working on an essay, but I think it's important to take a moment to write when inspiration strikes.

I'm sitting at The Spoon with a hot cup of their amazing coffee (it's like I'm biting right in to a coffee bean, except there's no bitter aftertaste). It's snowing outside - small wet specks that stick to my clothes and leave me a drippy puddle when I walk in to a heated room. It's not really sticking to the ground much. There's a slight white layer, but I suspect it will be gone by this evening.
I just ate two over easy eggs, some toast and a few strips of greasy bacon. Now I'm full and sleepy. I wish today were like yesterday. Spencer and I slept in until noon and worked at our leisure. The absence of time constraints and pressure was nice, but today life is once again split in to chunks of time - the empty ones are the most valuable and yet I manage to fill them quite quickly.
The man next to me just got his food. He ordered a broccoli, bacon and cheese omelet and a pancake. He opened his napkin and spread it on his lap and let out a big sigh and looked at his food. Then he plunged his fork in to the omelet and began to eat.
I love breakfast. I love the smell of it and I love the time of day when it is eaten. Mornings are crisp and promising. The best days are when you have very little to do, at all. I like to spend those days in bookstores, scouring the shelves for interesting stuff. I usually don't buy much, but I sit for a long time. I think bookstores are some of the most comforting places for me. I can't wait to pick up a good book when the semester ends, when I actually have time for it.

Thanksgiving was nice. Most of the family was in Lafayette. Rikki brought her friend Haley. Uncle John was missing, though, as was Lindsey and the rest of the Massachusetts family. It seems nothing really changes at my Grandma's house. No matter how old I am, the feeling is always the same when I come home.

This is the season for comfort. Everyone is looking for a source of heat, and family can be such a fantastic way to stay warm.

I think this Winter will be okay. Probably it will be long, but okay. It's my last in Bloomington and I plan on making it a good one. The Union has lights that run up its side that when lit, look like candle sticks. I drove by them the other night and realized how much I'm going to miss this place. I've found so much of myself here. I know I'll be changing, but I really enjoy the person I've become in Bloomington.

Time for class.


Cheers.