the clouds were low enough to be smothering the hill while i walked home tonight, so there was an eerie glow about the whole neighbourhood. beams of light from the streetlights cut through the trees with a beautifully precise clarity. if it weren't for the fact that it was almost warm enough to be walking home without a jacket, you'd have thought that it was early/mid-october. which, if you don't already know, is one of my most favourite times of the year.
that, on top of swimming outside in the cold, picking fruit, climbing trees, baking apple blueberry crumble, meeting new people, eating feta cheese, watching (finishing) willard, drawing a robot, mocking a self-help tape, getting a concerned phonecall from someone i expected to be annoyed with me, baking [not-from-scratch] cookies, sipping lemon-ginger tea, and watching the fraser valley disappear into the foggy mist made today a pretty good day.
yesterday, dock and i went swimming, and a rather trivial exchange took place. fortunately his hair's dyed bright red at the moment, so i could see him well enough without my glasses on. but when i made a comment about not being able to see anything, "you don't have glasses! do you?" it's strange to me that someone wouldn't notice whether someone wore glasses or not. maybe it's because i'm on this side of the frames, but really, it's one of the main ways i think of meself: blonde girl with glasses. so it's bizarre (to me) that someone wouldn't even ever notice something you consider to be an integral part of who you are (lookswise).