One of Those Days

Bonjour!

It’s a cozy day here in the north. Rain is spitting on and off, clouds are blanketing our skies, and the weather is starting to warm up again. I predict that green fields will be with us again soon! There’s nothing quite as ethereal as looking out at freshly tilled earth and saturated green grass and trees soaked with spring rain. (I’m actually this sappy about every season in turn.)

To complement the weather, I’ve had blues and jazz playing softly in the background all day. My small watermelon candle is making my room smell cozy, and I’ve wrapped myself in polar fleece to complete the effect. Unfortunately, this ends up making me feel nostalgic, so I’m having a melancholy kind of day. I feel like writing lugubrious melody or penning a modern Wuthering Heights. To be honest, this kind of mood always makes me more creative than my uplifting moments. On top of this creative mood, I have a book around for the first time in months that I can’t wait to get back to reading. This is the best feeling in the world to me—the suspense of a new plot, of complex characters, of the unknown. The only thing more appealing than reading in front of a fire right now would be to curl up in a small corner of a library with a trove of new books. Now that’s bliss.

I’ve decided that it’s time I started a new sewing project…or maybe finish one of the old ones. I need to create, so it would only make sense to bolster my wardrobe while doing it. Maybe I’ll summon up the willpower to finally finish the pleats on my old 80s/90s blazer…

If you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to go be overly sentimental and sniffle a little about the many people that I’m missing at the moment. (I go back and forth between loving and hating the fact that my best friends are spread out across the country. This is an I-hate-this kind of day.) I may even have to play a brooding rendition of the Moonlight sonata while a single salty tear courses down my cheek. It’s just one of those overly-dramatic sort of days. I feel like Heathcliff should jump out of a bush sometime soon…

Serendipity of the day: Wuthering Heights references and the word “lugubrious.” (I’m sorry, I just really like saying that word, and when I read, I can hear the words in my head. Ergo, I write with it. A lot.)