Two nights ago, my beautiful friend and I were wasting sleeping hours on reminiscing over past events and fond memories. After reliving some of them, we found even the tiniest of moments we'd thought we had forgotten entirely were still brought back to mind and brought smiles along with them.

So Steph, the ever-intelligent human that she is, came up with the idea of using our blogs as an online collection of past experiences we can look over in the future like an archive of sorts.
Not just some kind of dot-point list of vague moments of our past, but detailed paragraphs, written thoroughly from our memories before they fade completely from our minds. Maybe some could be written as though the reader is living them out all over again... Who knows! Haha.

I've tried countless times to keep a journal for things like this, but every time I've failed not-so-miserably (trying to keep the journal was actually the more miserable part for me than the 'failing' part).
The only time I've successfully kept a detailed recount was actually over the course of maybe 18 months or so, in one little notebook acting as insight to a timeline of moments lived with my best friend for what I think may have been her 15th birthday present. (Correct me if I'm wrong there, Steph!)

So if I have a good enough incentive, I can keep up with it. This way I'll be able to read some similar memories through Steph's point of view while I write my own. I'm pretty excited.

Right, so that's it from me right now! Let's see how this ends up ;)

Standing at a bus station, waiting for a train.

After all this time of teaching myself patience, I realise; what exactly am I waiting for?

No one is aware I am here. Nobody knows I'm waiting. So what do I think is going to happen?

Even if I find the train station, I don't know where to go. Or rather, I know very well where it is I want to go, but I don't know how to get there. Uncharted journeys are sometimes less of an adventure and more of a frustration.

Next stop: __________. I don't even know.

Oh, how many times I find myself wanting to simply go back to bed.

Lies a Harvest Yet to Come

When the autumn colors pass through the season's hourglass
Once again, there is winter in me

When November's grass is browned by the frost upon the ground
It is then you'll find the winter in me

But underneath the fallen snow, lies a harvest yet to come

For just as spring is guaranteed

Life is etched into the seed

Time to welcome the winter in me