Hrm – another child abuse movie. Sigh.
The skies have taken on an intense density, glowering and threatening, and then doing more than just threatening – now it’s promising, and delivering.
I woke to the sound of rain. I can’t remember the last time I woke to the sound of rain. It’s been snow and ice for so long, just the mundanity of rain seems almost alien.
Despite the oxymoron, I continue to swear that I have a grip on the English language.
The dorm room hasn’t even lit up. You can’t tell that there’s a flaming ball of hydrogen in our skies for the day – it’s just a thorough blanket of grey. I’m hoping the temperature doesn’t fall below freezing – I want a nice easy drive back to Owings Mills.
