Am living in a house at the top of a mountain. This house isn't mine, but I am welcome here.
I treasure that.
I am living in a house at the top of a mountain, listening to a dog snore next to me.
It calms me.
Living in this house is temporary, but the peace it brings will resonate beyond my end date.
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This past week has been interesting. Apparently, I am not one for smooth slow transitions. Perhaps, I have become too attached to my manual transmission and throw myself into gear and out with the same fierceness.
Met a new friend recently. I have a lovely crush, which I will keep in my back pocket. Something to pull out and enjoy alone every so often. It is so nice to have a new friend. Especially one with a similar banter line. ESPECIALLY one who likes to read and I get to introduce lots of lovely new titles too. Heh, knowing me that last bit is the biggest attraction.
No, this person is lovely. Smart, yummy and very very clever. I look forward to our next conversation. Which won't be for a few days. Like I said, I need to keep my crush in my back pocket. Gotta whittle it down some then fold it up nice and neat. So it slips in easy and I won't make anyone uncomfortable.
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