Weekend

My mother, aunt, cousin and I visited my grandmother last weekend, she lives way up in the middle of Norway/nowhere. I got up before the others and spent the foggy mornings writing in the kitchen.
We went up to the cabin one of the days. We ate waffles and they told me there were llamas in the woods, but I didn't see any.

Man I love autumn. The way my nose gets red and the air smells faintly of fire. The trees are so beautiful I wish I could become one, soon dormant beneath the snow.