settled down (mud in a glass)

The window of my room faces the firework-setting-off area of Islington, and so I have seen fireworks every night for the past few weeks - first for what I think was an Indian new year celebration, and then for Guy Fawkes's Day/Bonfire Night (roughly explained as the English 4th of July). I have to admit, I've gotten blasé; I've acclimatized. It's like the protesters I saw every day in D.C. They were passionately committed individuals who had traveled a long way to make their voices heard, but that didn't change the fact that there had been different protesters in the same location the day before and would be different protesters the day after.

On the other hand, I get excited every time I see the moon - every single time - even though it has been there, going through the same cycles, every night of my life. If I'm driving when I first notice it, I sometimes have to pull over until I can contain myself. Oh, moon. I love you best.

I took a bath yesterday, the first bath in four months. My preference for baths is well established, yet I'd taken only showers since things ended with Patrick. My grieving process, I suppose. Anyway, it felt important. It felt wonderful.