Today was quite grey. I woke up before the jolt of my alarm clock to hear the sound of rain patterning lazily against my window. Stretching I rolled over to look at my clock-five AM. My head still hazy with sleep I breathed deeply. Today was the day of my beginning. It was a such an undramatic beginning to this campaign that weighs so heavy in my heart it felt almost paradoxical. Instead of complaining about the general dreariness of the day, I thought the grey sheet hanging above to be quite fitting. Running from my car to school in my new 'battle greys' I felt encouraged by the sky's participation and acknowledgment. It was as if the gathering clouds of varying shades of grey were tipping their hat to me-I think they knew.
Is it bad that I want you to take a picture of yourself everyday? I want to see how you change it and make it unique even though it's the same grey dress each time. :)
ReplyDeleteYou are a cutie pie. Enjoy your style of writing and dressing! Kat, I'll try to pin her down at least once a day and get a pic. :o)
ReplyDeletehaha I'll take a picture everyday just for you Kate. :) (Actually I was planning on doing that anyway!:P )
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