Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades

 where I go that it is beautiful when it rains. 

Despite life being hectic, I've re-read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows this summer and started on The Bell Jar.  I haven't really had time to go searching for new books, so I'm turning to the books on my bookshelf.  I've been toting the complete collection of Hemingway's short stories with me since I haven't read all of them.  When I was at registration for school they gave everyone a copy of A World Lost  by Wendell Berry.  It's really short, and I attempted to start reading it.  I suffered through 2 pages before abandoning the effort.  So far it's dry as hell and I've decided to reserve it for the 8 flights that I'll be taking in August prior to the start of school in September.

But I have to trust what I feel.

It's all I've got.

It's all that I've ever had.






Pisces. Ginger. Short. Never growing up.