there were some perfect moments yesterday afternoon. i sat and there was a little breeze, but sun too...that perfect kind of afternoon where the breeze is alive and energetic but not cold and you can sit perfectly still and love it, especially because you know it is fleeting, fast transforming into the kind of wintery wind that will sting my cheeks as unabashedly as it kissed them in that moment...

how poetic and melodramatic of me. : )

anyway: yesterday the breeze was still beautiful and it loved me, and i sat and thought about things changing and things staying the same and all the people buzzing around me and the way we were all different and we were all the same, and i loved it all.

i have moments like this periodically. i think its a rather inevitable result of thinking and wanting to love as much as i do. if you want it bad enough, you just sort of get there...