honk

i'm older now than i once was, but am still younger than i'll ever be.

there's a thunderstorm outside my window and the breeze is blowing on my skin. it's so peaceful to just sit in silence and listen to the rain on the awning. it's an orchestra in itself.

i've putsied and chored all evening. and i find myself feeling extremely content in my home and comfortable in my own skin. too often i lament over all i don't yet have, but today it sunk-in that it pales in comparison to what i DO have. oh how easy it is to take for granted what was once deeply desired.

i could fill up the lake with all the things i didn't say.