Today I got home at 6:45 and opened up the backdoor and let the fresh, sixty degree air into the living room; I looked out at Mt. Hood, which is surrounded by a beautiful, clear sky that’s currently fading from pink to purple to blue; I wondered what it would be like to live in the high rises to the right of the tram because the deafening, wave-like hum of the freeway and the clear blue glass of the windows never fail to make me miss the beach; and, lastly, I made some coffee with the help of a mason jar, a filter and the top of a cocktail shaker, which I’m going to make inappropriately milky and sugary before it gets anywhere near my mouth.
I have a psych midterm tomorrow morning that I’ve barely studied for, but I really can’t help but sit and be in awe of such a perfect moment in time, if only because of the way it makes me feel. This feeling is so familiar and happy and it always finds me when I am at peace, if only for the time being. I am constantly humbled by the universe and each and every beautiful thing it brings my way. Keep it coming, you hear me?