the soldiers were never really naked or starving.

beautiful weather for thanksgiving weekend makes for beautiful (yet extremely long) walks through valley forge. i make will promise to bring me back when it snows so we can go sledding. the trees are made for holiday cards, and this chapel was straight out of the elven village in lord of the rings.

last night we partook in will's brand new hot-tub, something that was so reminiscent of home for me. how many times have we been bored and decided to take our drinks and hookah to the hot-tub, borrowing what bathing suits or t-shirts we could find, or forsaking all that and just hopping in with just our underwear on? games of truth-or-dare would ensue, or pleasant cuddle sessions, or raucous jumps into the freezing cold pool...

this is a nice respite for the complete and unending exhaustion suffered over this past semester, where i am struggling to crank out as much work and art as possible before i call it a year (and most of my college career). where from here? who knows, good call.

oh, and happy birthday again to dear will foster...