An almost perfect day...
An iridescent, filmy silver sky…moisture suspended in the air, hanging from my breath, and collecting on the slippery green leaves. Lonely fields filled with lonely blades of wet grass...lonely hills rising to meet the vast expanse of bright gray heaven. The dissonance of lonliness mingled with soft monotonous perfection makes this day worth living. The sky is yawning at me, and the cat winks lazily at my sleepy sweatshirt…
What a beautiful day. It’s wonderful -- all of my responsibilities are stacked securely beneath me, neatly accomplished and tucked away…I applied for a job at the library and am just praying to get it at this point…I just finished two good books and am starting another one…I’ve been drawing a whole lot…practicing my hands, mostly. I'm preparing for junior miss, I'm caught up in school...I'm learning to play the drums... ;) Thank God for peaceful days sprinkled liberally in between all the crazy ones.
Almost perfect.
*sigh*
What a beautiful day. It’s wonderful -- all of my responsibilities are stacked securely beneath me, neatly accomplished and tucked away…I applied for a job at the library and am just praying to get it at this point…I just finished two good books and am starting another one…I’ve been drawing a whole lot…practicing my hands, mostly. I'm preparing for junior miss, I'm caught up in school...I'm learning to play the drums... ;) Thank God for peaceful days sprinkled liberally in between all the crazy ones.
Almost perfect.
*sigh*