3:30 pm in mid-November. The sun is setting with such fury that I could swear this side of it is dark, quiet, and cold by default, grudgingly rising for just a few hours a day. The bright(er) side is that the Golden Hour is fiery in intensity, blazing like an inferno for a good fifteen minutes, and sometimes when I'm lucky I can get out of class early enough to see it. Here are some photos of the patch of woods we found in Newton last weekend. I don't like how pictures come out on my phone, but I will thankfully be getting my Rebel back soon out of my empty California bedroom.
Back home again, waiting on the weather. We've got these perfect wide sills that are begging for some plants. If I could grow just one thing from nothing! More nonsense soon.
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