listening to: Matt Pond - Snow Day
mood: "struck brightly by the winter"

I find it hard to believe that my discovery of proper "winter drinks" was already a year ago. I feel like it's been winter the whole time, and now my Bailey's and hot chocolate feels just as warm and tastes just as malty. It seems like I was there just today. Earlier. Just to skip with you guys in Chelsea, or to see the big tree that we saw a few times, walking in circles on purpose.

Remember the taxi driver's name? Kane Doudou. He was quiet and drove recklessly, masterfully.

It startles me to think that there have been three other seasons in Central Park, that leaves have grown up and withered and fallen.

There are far too many colors on this planet. I can't take it all in at once.