tip! don't fly kites in the rain

[january_fiction]

a few days ago several of us spent the evening on the pier by the river and in downtown eau gallie. even in this recent retrospect, it just seems it was one of those nights that will hold a lot of meaning in years to come. it was like something that could fit perfectly into this story i'm writing.

i never noticed how much i have desperately missed my creativity, my lighthearted silliness, my enthusiasm, my adventurous side(sneaking into those people's pool?!)... it feels good to be home.