Bitter Taste.

Last night was no good. I saw the end coming from miles away, from weeks ago when I walked in the cold the same way, with my brother silently by me. He even got my coat for me, held it up for me. It was a surprisingly profound thing to happen.

I am certainly not grateful enough for the things I have: a window facing east, playing cards, honeyed tea, paper to fold into cranes, endless ink, promises to return books.

It's CDS' birthday. Hopefully a good one.