I am not made for the country; I’m a city girl, through and through. I think I have a problem with serenity, because after several days of calm and silence I start to feel queasy. There’s too much pressure to relax, and no excuse to feel angsty because everything’s so peaceful.
I do know the woods around here pretty well, though, so I took a walk this morning to look at the dead leaves to cheer me up. I love dead leaves. I’m not a fan of flowers, but dead leaves and empty trees amuse me to no end.
I think another problem I have with the country is that my appetite is on overdrive here. Must be the fresh air. Curses, country! You and your wily ways, trying to trick me into thinking I’m hungry 24/7! * shakes fist *
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