february the first.

I miss this. Waking up slowly, settled at the kitchen table with a grapefruit drizzled in honey, a bowl of granola, and through the curtains - a single ray of morning sunlight on my book. In the evening, a walk at golden hour, snapping away in a luminescent wind tunnel of cattail seeds. Practicing für elise in an empty house, and that luxury of making the first footprints in a fresh blanket of snow. That was semester break, in a nutshell. The fact that I'm now back in school does not strike a fancy with me, but I'll make this week better by finishing off my first roll of film (and leaving my digital photos unedited), embracing that one class I do love (canadian history), and the occasional phone conversation with nana and grampy (just because they're my favourite). Happy february, friends.