I am taking a break from reading News of the World aloud to DC and am watching the 7 AM (tomorrow it will be 8 AM) sunlight wash over the church next door. A passenger plane is taking off from JFK and heading into the sky, probably bound for Miami.
It’s shocking how abruptly things change. I’m just thinking of the weather, but it really applies to anything. Living in a place with stark seasons, it becomes even more apparent. Just a few weeks ago, all I saw outside my window was white snow covering everything. Now, even though the leaves on the trees are barren, I know there is life about to burst forth.
I love hearing my neighbors leave their homes each day, around the same time. It’s comforting to know something so intimate about people I know quite little.
There’s a new moon today, in Pisces, and it’s the thirteenth day of the month. Today has a potent, distinctly witchy feeling, very Black Sabbath. New moons frighten me a little with their infinite-night feelings, and end-of-the-world type changes. I’m a little nervous and excited, and on the edge of my seat. It’s like watching the first episode of the latest season of a show: I’m already invested and I must make an effort to pay attention, and not waste energy on my expectations based on last season.