I called a good friend of mine - a former housemate. I hadn't talked to her in a couple months. After an hour conversation tonight I am reminded of what a beautiful person she is.
Memories of last summer flood my mind. Right now I'm wishing for a cup of hot coffee, a journal, a pen, and a bed on a porch.
But instead I find myself in a messy bedroom with a hundred deadlines staring back at me.
However, I find tranquility within.