I had a great experience today; I woke up from a fantastic dream at 6:36 in the morning. It gave me just enough time to go downstairs and outside to the river near my house and watch the sunrise, then sneak back into my house. I guess it goes without saying that it was a stunning sunrise, every inch of icy snow glazed with ambers and orange. It was a little moment where I could pretend it wasn't winter still.
Last day in Ottawa tomorrow, and I'm almost sad, despite how boring it was. It was nice to just finally find time to sleep, read, dance - do the things I really enjoy. Drawing is okay, but it feels like I've spent to long trying to churn out ideas and good work from nothing.
PS - Anyone else noticed that great literature is all about how being a human is such a bummer?
