scenes from an october.

mornings so bright my eyes hurt a little. a book so enveloping i'm staying up late, waking up early, and missing train stops to read it. wondering what my family is doing and feeling the farawayness of them all. cold floors and socked feet and the smell of old book bindings. a little more knowledge, a little more confidence, than last year this time. and very good friends to share an october with.