[an aside to Stephen Merritt - please call my soul out of its grey place and invite it into the world that you are writing from.]
Randomness aside, this winter continues to be hard. A coworker proclaimed that this will be the year of good things after we all waded through a year of difficulty. I continue to wait for this to be true, but I'm still optimistic since only 2 1/2 weeks of the new year have passed. Eleven and a half hopefully glorious months are left to prove that this will be a year of goodness. This is not to say that much loveliness hasn't so far. Here's a shortlist:
-more time with friends (hello all - you continue to keep me grounded and happy)
-a few days at the cinema (Juno, There Will Be Blood, In the Mood for Love)
-a couple late night adventures filled with whiskey, karaoke, rooftop performances and other little delights
-finishing holiday books (Lolita)
-oh, and I guess this:
Its the closest I can get to representing the decadence, beauty, love, lust and indulgence that filled my time in France. Hopefully this is only the first pair of mulled wines that will be consumed abroad in years to come. A bit of my heart remains at that cafe.
And now I must jump back into the January madness. Wish me luck!
