daines'n around

I always get sleepy at my mother's home in San Francisco. It must be because my mom doesn't leave her house, or because I'm recovering from only getting 4 hours of sleep every night for the past four months.

It also must be the cigarettes. The cars, the house, their clothes all reak of tar and nicotene. She was perched on the couch with an arm outside the window. I asked,

"Too cold to smoke on the balcony?"

Laughing, she chortled out a yes and slid the window open. She brought the Parliment in from outside, slid it into her mouth, and the wind brought in the foul odor in followed by a chilled gust of air.

Life changes every few months, and it can change in an instant. So happens with the plane that crashes in a lonley mountainside, and so happens with the birth of a baby. So happens with the choices we make everyday and the people we interact with. How much have we changed?

The smoke makes we wonder how different I am today than I was five years ago. The holiday season just makes me wonder. Introspection of this nature makes me tired.

i'm going ice skating tomorrow