It’s a rainy day in California. Rain and wind and wet jeans from bike riding and extremely frizzy hair because the hood to my rain jacket doesn’t stay on. Everything is comfy cozy warm well lit at my desk and my favorite songs are playing and I can hear the rain drops for once and I’m excited to go outside to run so I can take a hot shower afterwards. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, mostly about being fearless and being tough and being happy.
I took a trip to see the archives for one of my classes today. One of the books, a copy of Inferno that was hundreds of years old, smelled like the Episcopalian church on Main Street.
I’d like to take this moment in time to remember what it feels like to sit on the couch, bundled and tired, watching television and thunderstorms through the windows with my mom and dog.
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