a lark
it's friday and sometimes it's good just that it's friday and not in a 'TGIF' sort of way because 'blech' and 'fuck a whole lot of that' but just in a *exhale* sort of way that you can smell a reprieve and things are quite well at the moment but not in any sort of fairytale way just in a raw and real way that you can feel with its imperfections and flaws and everything fits the way it seems it should with the air cool and music ringing true and people around looking very actual, actually, which is a nice change from most other days, the ones that aren't friday.