That this morning I walked two full blocks before realizing that it was raining.
That when I did realize, I tilted my head up and laughed at the sky.
The intricate, delicate tapestry of darkness it left upon the glowing blankness of the sidewalk.
My new Postsecret books.
The text you sent me a few days ago.
That I took the initiative and wrote to you in the first place.
Wednesday night.
A certain clown I love.
That she said my bestest and I seemed truly happy.
My bestest.
Our happiness.
Our first gift for our new non-existent house.
The idea of that house soon existing.
The idea of a new home.
Jackson asleep on my lap as I write this.
The return of Lost.
The return of my ache to write.
That I choose to write loving words to you simply because I can.
That I can.
That I do.
The voicemail from my mother.
Returning to the gym.
Feeling stronger in every way.
Feeling open.
Feeling alive.
Being alive.
That I (knock on wood) managed to avoid this current plague.
That knocking on wood reminds me that I believe in things.
That I believe in things.
That I believe in us.
That I am here, happy and believing.
1 comment:
Such a happy, uplifting, believing post! It made ME happy just to read it!
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