the colours out the window were so bright and the sky was so grey and thick with moving clouds and those things speak to me in a voice that says 'come on outside, it probably smells good'.
and it did.
a gang of squirrels (this was their leader) came running over to me demanding nuts and warm blankets. i had neither so they didn't stick around long.
i think this one was the muscle.
this is the tree at the end of our street. every day i pass him and every day i am awed by his colour and shape and strong silence. trees are amazing. only buildings don't think so.
this leaf looked like a tongue. but thinner and more like a leaf.
when it's this time of year i find myself getting friendly again with the evergreens, knowing they'll be sticking around to keep me company all winter long. they never seem to mind my fickle feelings and i never seem to stop loving how they smell like christmas and earth.