happy things.
God knows this blog could use a few of them.
i rode my vintage blue schwinn bicycle down the sidewalk of a main road today. i had fiona apple in my ears and a blue sky over my head. high school boys in muddy trucks came barreling down beside me, and looked and probably laughed, but i smiled. i don’t belong in sumter….what can i say?
that feeling of slipping between those incredibly soft sheets of my bed at home. the silence, the peace and quiet in my room, when everyone else goes to sleep. the glow of bedside lamps, the stack of library books on my table. checking off dr. jones’ reading list, and my own.
my mom’s coffee. something magical about it, like her hugs. both, in limitless supply.
driving to the grocery store alone, just an hour ago, in kelli’s jeep. the wind was in my hair, blowing past my face, and i had shiny toy guns cranked loud. the road…quiet, wide. i was the only one on it that seemed to matter. i could have driven all the way to new york.
