Mornings are always fresh, no matter how wet, how foggy, how hot. There's something compelling in the quality of light, around about dawn, which makes everything new, possible, clean.
But by the end of the day, I don't always feel that way.
So the last few days, I've been really happy to find that I have the friends to brighten my day back up. I mean, I knew I had you guys, I knew I did; but then the rough days happen, and they're nobody's fault but they still totally blow, and it doesn't always feel like it's going to be a good day anymore. But then I have these friends, these amazing friends -- and their voices which call a different time into the present, their smell, their fuzzy blankets and ice cream, their taste in bistros, their washing machines, their thoughtful menu selection, their willingness to yell inappropriate words really loudly with me and then sit for a few blocks in quiet, looking at the map; the way they remember to remind me in the smallest ways that the way opens -- this brings me back to the morning, even if it's dark outside.
So thanks. It's easier to feel the glow inside when I see it glowing (oh so brightly) in you. Also, I love love LOVE writing here, because I feel like I'm writing to you. Yes, YOU. Hi!
Your (bright) friend,
PS: fun fact: I'm memorizing the Declaration of Independence. Ask me to say it when you see me. I just might be able to. I'm two long, long, long sentences in...