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The month

(ish) 

of time between Thanksgiving

and December 25th

is 

undeniably

the best season.

Everyone is joyous

despite their

close-to-frostbitten noses

here in Vermont.

& walk around soho with maxi skirts & matcha & annotate the bell jar in velvet blue ink on curling pages with garamond font & wear my hair long down my back & dark sunglasses pulled up on my head & bangle bracelets that sli

I found this vignette in a notebook from summer 2024 and thought it was worth sharing. I have no memory of writing it, but I'm glad I did. 

I worry a lot about what I am. I worry about the shape I am, the space I take up, and the way I do it.

The five stages of grief,

except nobody died.

They still flow through me

like he's gone forever,

but does it even matter?

It's not like he knows who I am.

However, he is gone,

forever,

I just watched the movie 'The Imitation Game' and I thought I would share something interesting I learned from it! :)