Thunder crashes on occasion amidst the steady pitter patter of the rain in the chimney and on the windows. Such a beautiful sound.
I’m tucked in bed now, my book still laying beside me, beckoning me to open it again.
For a moment I feel the lonely, embracing it as a friend. It’s good to cherish what you have and if you don’t accept the lonely, how will you appreciate the connection?
But I’m not really lonely. My life is so full of wonderful people that I frequently think I must be the luckiest woman alive.
I have friends that nudge me to move when I find myself becoming stale and stagnant, friends that inspire my creativity with their own, friends that have taught me what love is, truly.
So tonight, laying here, I am so grateful for every one of you that is a party of my world. You are incredible and amazing and I am looking forward to the next time I get to hug your neck and talk with you.
I couldn’t ask for more.