Post by Leanne Cooper on Apr 19, 2009 10:42:28 GMT
Clearing one's head is a little strange when it doesn't have anything to be cleared of.
I just know that I had to get out of the flat. I left a note, in case Cass wakes up and wonders where I've gone, but I doubt she will. That child sleeps an inordinate amount, probably evidenced by how she's already gone to bed. I can't think of many seven year old's that so willingly go to sleep when it's not even fully dark outside.
But it's getting dark later because the day's are getting longer and soon summer'll come round again and that'll be nice, and maybe I won't need to bundle up in so many layers for a walk.
It's chilly this evening, a little anyway, and my hands have gone bright pink from the cold so I put them in my jacket pockets.
I hate the sort of mood I'm in this evening. The sort of mood where I can idly think all of this, feel totally calm and relaxed, and can't dig my way past my own lethargic apathy to get to the root of the problem.
If restlessness is even a 'problem'.
Actually it is a problem. It is in this situation because I've been forced out of my apartment by the compulsive need to wander and clear my head when there's nothing bad in it that I want it to be cleared off.
So, in short...you've gone for a walk to clear your head when there's nothing wrong and are frustrated because you can't get to the root of the problem that you don't have?
That's about right.
I sigh briefly, veering off the pavement to sit on the bank of grass. I don't know why because if I'd just kept walking a little I could have got to the bench a few feet over. I don't know why I'm choosing to shun the bench in favour of the grass, except it's quite nice to run my fingers through it. And it is nice, if a little damp.
I should really get home soon though, so I can't stay here too long. If I can remember which way home is.
I move my knees up so I can hug them if the need so arises, leaning forward to glance up and down the street. I'm fairly sure the entrance to Diagon Alley is back the way I came - that would make sense at least - but I could have doubled up and got lost and confused.
Oh holy shit...panic...panic...
I take a deep breath and remember I can always apparate if I can't find my way back.
And then I curse the stupid restlessness that took me out of Diagon Alley and into the muggle world.
Oh for Christ's sake.
I just know that I had to get out of the flat. I left a note, in case Cass wakes up and wonders where I've gone, but I doubt she will. That child sleeps an inordinate amount, probably evidenced by how she's already gone to bed. I can't think of many seven year old's that so willingly go to sleep when it's not even fully dark outside.
But it's getting dark later because the day's are getting longer and soon summer'll come round again and that'll be nice, and maybe I won't need to bundle up in so many layers for a walk.
It's chilly this evening, a little anyway, and my hands have gone bright pink from the cold so I put them in my jacket pockets.
I hate the sort of mood I'm in this evening. The sort of mood where I can idly think all of this, feel totally calm and relaxed, and can't dig my way past my own lethargic apathy to get to the root of the problem.
If restlessness is even a 'problem'.
Actually it is a problem. It is in this situation because I've been forced out of my apartment by the compulsive need to wander and clear my head when there's nothing bad in it that I want it to be cleared off.
So, in short...you've gone for a walk to clear your head when there's nothing wrong and are frustrated because you can't get to the root of the problem that you don't have?
That's about right.
I sigh briefly, veering off the pavement to sit on the bank of grass. I don't know why because if I'd just kept walking a little I could have got to the bench a few feet over. I don't know why I'm choosing to shun the bench in favour of the grass, except it's quite nice to run my fingers through it. And it is nice, if a little damp.
I should really get home soon though, so I can't stay here too long. If I can remember which way home is.
I move my knees up so I can hug them if the need so arises, leaning forward to glance up and down the street. I'm fairly sure the entrance to Diagon Alley is back the way I came - that would make sense at least - but I could have doubled up and got lost and confused.
Oh holy shit...panic...panic...
I take a deep breath and remember I can always apparate if I can't find my way back.
And then I curse the stupid restlessness that took me out of Diagon Alley and into the muggle world.
Oh for Christ's sake.
