I do my best dreaming in hooded sweatshirts with coffee in my hand. I do my best dreaming on Sunday mornings looking for places to live in cities far away. (Or not so far away, as it has turned out. Because it has turned out. Deep breaths and a reminder, it has turned out. It will turn out again.)
Soft melodies and bold beats as always, and this time around words, words, words. This time around more certainty that no matter what. This time around less of a dream, less disbelief, less uncertainty. And there is you and you and you. And you, who has always been there. Even before and ever after. We are. Dreaming and doing. And encouraging. You and you and you. Thank you.
I do my best dreaming in hooded sweatshirts with coffee in my hand. I do my best dreaming with you sitting next to me, far or near.
This time around there is you.
I miss you. I miss you in big hooded sweatshirts, coffee in hand (most likely reheated several times over), and the laptop covering you. I misssssssss you sharing random thoughts with me and bounding up to my room to announce some life changing plan. I miss you telling me I don't look like a hippy.
ReplyDeletei just miss you.
yum, this entire post i could swallow up in one swift gulp. lovely.
ReplyDeleteI do my best dreaming in oversized hoodies too, a cup of tea, and a good book to dream by.
ReplyDeletei miss you too.
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Meg, hi! One swift gulp, I love that, thank you.
ReplyDeleteComfy, warm, daydreams... those are the best. I wish there was more time for all of it!
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