Petite Musings

I could try to explain the silence on this blog, but I don't think I necessarily have to. Let's just pretend that people slide from society and then drift back quietly, if not rhythmically.

I love the freshness of things. Working in the city and driving home to the country suits me. I love the quiet and right now I'm enjoying being incommunicado with the rest of society. Most days, I find myself walking with my head in the clouds, keeping my feet to the ground, and hoping I don't have to talk with anyone. I don't know where this sudden wave of antisocial behavior has come from, but I like taking some quiet time for myself. Slinking around, trying to go unseen in order to keep the peace. I am living in books.

I haven't been running in weeks. While I mourn the loss of my runner's body, I'm not choked up about it. If anything, my body aches for a return to library stacks to pick up a new bounty of books for devouring. I'm nourishing my mind. Though I loved a sleek figure, the way my limbs felt when stretching for miles and aching for pavement. My body is no longer the taut machine it was last summer, when I was anything but shy. I fell much more bikini-conscious now. At the same time, I know it's still there, somewhere beneath the small bits of flesh that have development with stagnation. I just haven't had the urge to unearth it. I've been lazy and I'm learning to love letting my just lighten up a bit. To lounge and to loaf.