Today Ive been mildly sick, getting over a small case of conjunctivitis and taking a mental health day off from school. Luck was on my side that the day has been bright and clear. I have had the time to leasurely apreciate the sun whilst I went about my duties in studies and frequenting breaks in which I indulged my romantic musing by further reading chapters of Jane Eyre, a book I have not read in years. Ironically of an english writ. Idle self reflection has also occupied my mind as I watch the garden. Such green for a January noontime. White blossoms grace the shadows of the willow tree trunks. I wonder whence I shall wander next. Soon is the time that I shall depart again for new surroundings, but where? There is nothing to tie me to anywhere and again in my life I feel restless. Longing for people like me is a hard wish to quell. But I must for another spin around the sun. Love what I can for as long as I remain standing still for a moment. Freedom is a double edged blade. Solitude is cherished but also is companionship of a kindred spirit. Wil-o-wisp as my heart demands me to run from that which I fear and that which imparts pain, strong as I may stand tall. I long for the open skies in a land long ago, near barren it looks but looks are decieving. Willful winds and sagebrush return to me memories of innocence. Watching the clouds drift in a dose basking upon the rack of a much loved truck, the sound of a plane rousing me from my summertime revere. Lulled asleap by the sound of sirens. A ladybug? An oddity for certain in this winter season. And thusly I shall conclude my ceaseless blatherings as they have no use to anyone excepting myself.