sLast weekend it snowed.

My little autumn kind of but not quite love ended just with that.

It's practically winter again.

Winter like Christmas and peacoats and hot chocolate and scarves and boots and its so cold it hurts to breathe and big, big snowflakes and dark afternoons and yellow lights and white skies and blue eyes.

I feel like I've come full circle somehow. I never felt like that before with seasons.

But this time for some reason...

There's a little of fall left still.

The tree outside my window is a brilliant yellow.

I went to New Orleans.

It was beautiful and warm and full of lovely old buildings, ghost stories, art galleries, and drunk people.

But I like coming home and smelling winter. It feels good.

The first thing I notice is her leathery skin.

It's so tan and wrinkly and looks like I could wear it as a coat.

The second thing: turquoise.

The bright turquoise shirt and the turquoise earrings and the bright turquoise eyeshadow.

Not to mention the long turquoise acrylic nails.

The only thing she buys is a large package of Snickers and a tabloid magazine.

She doesn't smile or acknowledge us through the pastel pink lip gloss.

"Can I pay with credit card?"

The girl at the register replies yes and presses EFT as I shove the Snickers into a bag.

What a waste of plastic for a wasted remnant of the sixties.

So I've been working at Stop and Shop.

The hours suck, my boss sucks, it's minimum wage, but it's money all the same.

A job.

Bagging for hours makes my arms hurt and after a while my eyes glaze over.

But it's a good time for people-watching and thinking.

I'm clumsy and not so good at bagging, and they still haven't found the time to train me as a cashier.

But, it's a job.

Other than that, life is the ups and downs it has.

Social life = good.

Home life = terrible.

Stress level = 8 out of 10.

The fml of the first half of senior year, with a few good moments here and there.

And I think I'm getting through to her maybe just a little.

Pero solo un poco.