Zoos

Eugene, originally uploaded by meghandear.

He had bird books. I hadn't looked at bird books since I was about eight years old, in the big wooden walled dining room of my grandparent's cottage. Only on rainy days, when the birds weren't out anyway, but I'd try to remember what they looked like, so I could spot them tomorrow, when the sun was shining and the animals reappeared. Of course, I forgot what was what, or cared much less than anticipated.

Bird books!

Miss Dear

Kindred Spirit, originally uploaded by meghandear.

In my spanish class, I go by Meg.

I feel like I get to have a different identity. Who is this Meg? She certainly loves scuba diving.

Meghan the hermit

It is cold. Very cold. I don't want to do anything but eat and watch tv. Which is unlike me, but indulging has been fun. It just needs to end.

I love the feeling of being out and about, and keep telling myself to just get out there, to just
be around people, to eat up my last semester and be merry. But when I have to wear a gazillion layers and have chapped cheeks and waterey eyes all the time, it's not that appealing.

Then we get that taste of spring, and the pink jacket comes out, and I feel like a million bucks, people stopping me on the street to say nice coat and we talk about the weather and the winter blues. A TRICK. Always a trick.

I've been listening to great music and wearing the same outfits and loving a few great friends. Life has been calm, calmer than usual. Good, though.