Sitting on my chair, wrapped around my coffee cup debating what should be done with the day. Parts of me desperately want to be outside snapping pictures of wintry scenes, of snow angels, of Christmas lights, and of old building covered in ice. The other part would be happier curled up in a couch, hot cocoa at hand, reading books and playing Diablo II. I have a necromancer that needs levelling. Surreptitious glances through the window tell me that the day is cold, that a bitter wind blows forcing the passer-bys to huddle deep in their coats. Their hunched up forms battle the wind as they make their way down our street. The hibernating hermit in me shouts for a blankie, refusing to even consider the thought of venturing outside, but I know deep down that if I give in to her demands I’ll regret not having braved the cold. That later on I’ll sit here in a morose bitter mood, kicking myself in the heinie for not having gone outside to explore what I could.
Posted by munin at December 30, 2002 10:53 AM