winter has come to southern california.

well, it rained anyway, and i was nearly devastated when i realized that it was the closest to snow that we'd get out here. didn't really have the time to think about that last year. the sun's been setting at half past four though, so at least something felt right.

so anyways, yesterday was sunday and it was a good day. i think that out of all the months on the calendar, december has the most distinctive feel. more than anything, that statement makes me feel like i'm stating the obvious, but when that feeling sort of dawns on you, it's just so pleasant and warm. like last night, i went to a christmas concert, which was totally beautiful, the music was wonderful, choir, soloists, backed by an orchestra, organ, piano, stuff like that. i was with sarah, and before it she was talking about what a hectic day it'd been and saying that she was pretty stressed. i was feeling a bit similar, though probably not to the same degree and as i was taking her home she was talking about how warm and peaceful she felt, as opposed to what she was feeling before, that resonated with me because when i thought about it, she was definitely right. so i guess based on all that, it feels like december.

there are definitely worse things to feel, a broken glass-thumbtacks-barbed wire board match, for example.

feeling: warm
thinking of: last nite
music: "if it all comes true" chagall guevara