My Cinnamon Girl

Neil Young is echoing in my head on this early morning. I'm enjoying my second cup of coffee in the frigid cabin of Arcturus. I put some cinnamon in my coffee today, which I expected would remind me of this past summer, because I put cinnamon in my coffee everyday this summer. But no, it reminded me of Sweden instead, and I like that. Perhaps because it's dark outside, which is almost always is this time of year there. Or maybe because I'm wearing my puffy coat despite being indoors, and it's chilly.