In the quiet, who answers?
2/20/24 09:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alasanonOn the weekend before, I was at the annual Doctor Who convention. I had a perfectly alright time, but it feels a little odd to be there and have so few of the friends I started going with present. Other things have taken precedence, or perhaps we really were all swept along in the tide that has now ebbed.
We ate the usual things on our own, saw some lovely actors, some of whom had never been to a convention like that before, cried a little, laughed a lot.
Some people were unexpectedly missing and I don’t know, still don’t know months later, why not. I don’t subscribe to the book of faces anymore and that’s where all the information is passed along, even now.
The new Doctor is a marvel, bright and springlike in his/their newness and glory.
February, as always, is a bit of a struggle, though there are always moments of joy and a bit of staring up at the winter sky in gray, yellow, and pink.
We ate the usual things on our own, saw some lovely actors, some of whom had never been to a convention like that before, cried a little, laughed a lot.
Some people were unexpectedly missing and I don’t know, still don’t know months later, why not. I don’t subscribe to the book of faces anymore and that’s where all the information is passed along, even now.
The new Doctor is a marvel, bright and springlike in his/their newness and glory.
February, as always, is a bit of a struggle, though there are always moments of joy and a bit of staring up at the winter sky in gray, yellow, and pink.
