The Olsen twins captured my mood today, on this rainy NYC Saturday.
I want to move around but also melt into a soft blanket. I want to scribble in a notebook but also want to start learning a language that has zero familiarity to me.
I want to read a stack of books but also write a stack of books.
I want to prance around in a onesie but also wear a long wool coat.
I am sitting here, sniffling with a pile of tissues stuffed into my cushy robe pockets. Warmth.
Ahhh autumn. A season pregnant with contradictions and possibilities.
Hot/cold.
Cozy/crisp.
Slow/fleeting.
For now, the steam rises above my tea cup, and the smell of cinnamon is enough.
