Doing it

Drinking hot chocolate before bed. Not because I always want to but more as a ritual so I know it's time for bed.

Wanting a turtle.

Rearranging my books to coincide with the Dewey Decimal System.

Meeting him in Tulsa.

Working more.

Scared as anything of the U.

My future is murky at best.

Walking far

The valley has been rainy and cold and I just cannot bear to turn the heat on inside. Spring is here for sure; I see it and feel it and hear it when the cord to the clouds is pulled and they are whisked away to let our star pulse over us in a flash of warm glory. Leaves shiver off their raindrops and all of that magnification seems to brighten the color of all, vegetable, animal and mineral alike. My breath heaves steam out like a train's engine while I bound up the hill towards my destiny. Roses and grapevines cheer me on and revive me with each breath, their scent gives strength. Damp air and sweet, clean earth are what women prayed to in order to gain wisdoms and solace. Don't just bathe in the waters, drink from the waters and look for the place you were meant to find.