right now, I feel like I could either run a marathon or sleep for a day, and it’s the most peculiar sensation I’ve ever experienced
speak through music instead
many, many grains of ice sand are pelting our sidewalks and people, creating a kind of wild ice sandstorm that bends the rest of us to its will for the day.
flashes of lightning brighten up the already lit sky, somehow, only to be beat in glory by the weighted colliding sound of rambunctious clouds. a delicate misting from the ice sand is continuous, a sleepy noise that lets me rest my head next to my open window with contentment and lulls me to a half dreaming state.
I am tossing each popcorn kernel into my mouth, my ears attuned to both the storm and the delicate strains of the songs I choose for today, and my soul is soaking up a wonderful, new novel. the sky stole all of my thunder today and I will replace its usual gentle stillness with my own.
right now, I just miss riding my bike down my street and the warm Texas air enveloping me