two twirls.

spent the afternoon listening to side A of carole king's subtle masterpiece, tapestry, on my el cheapo portable record player in my bedroom. every song held some sort of relevance for me and i was surprised at its sudden poignancy. i twirled and got misty-eyed and felt all woman-like. i opened the window to allow the occasional waft of warm late autumn air cause the white curtain to billow.