As the winter chill settles in, homewear includes scarves and thick socks, with sniffles and coughs coming and going. But every so often, I'll turn on a playlist of warm lovey dovey indie tracks, sit on the couch in my wannabe-eskimo outfit, bring water to the boil for a milky coffee (or sing an "i want coffee~" song within earshot of my husband -it's because he makes better coffees than I do. Not a testament to my laziness at all). Baked goods, some nuts, the coffee, and a shelved fiction book I haven't touched in a while. Yes it helps me relax, but it also allows me to review life. The moments, the days which are passing me by. The countless reasons to be grateful, the countless dreams I had in my late teens and early twenties, the dreams I still dream for now and the future. Drenched in a bit of reminiscing, and planning for the future, my heart is sufficiently warmed. It's a mellow yellow sort of evening.
documenting life's september
