All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
-An Old Man's Winter Night, Robert Frost
Only 6 months left of highschool! It seems funny to get excited about graduation when everyone is busy with Christmas, but I am. Things I need to do before then: prepare at least 12 pieces for my senior recital, finish a required reading list, write essays, and complete a biology and Spanish II course. Not too bad! I'm glad that I still have plenty of time leftover to work weekends at a parks and rec center and take pictures.
Anyway, that is what I'll be doing this spring. I rarely write anymore on this blog, which is too bad because reading old posts is wonderful entertainment. On my old blog I used to write about goats, swine flu and bizarre connections between Longfellow poems, and the current state of my clothes closet. Gems, I tell you.
This was the view out my window this afternoon. It seems like it's always foggy up here. And I like it that way!