Most importantly there are dreams and music and writing. Which are definitely the best parts of summer. My friends and I plan road trips and dream of our futures. I am reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower, which is a scandalous book but has some amazing points. A lot of time, when I am here and comfortable I do feel "infinite". I think that all of us do. It's something about the sun and words. When they mix everything seems beautiful.
There is a bird on my cotton tree right now that is the most beautiful I have ever seen on that cotton tree. That's the magic of it, right there, every second of every day.
And something else? My hair has been up in a bun of a sort that I made up. I missed having my hair up.. It makes me stop hiding and accepting myself for who I am. I will wear it up a lot more often I think now. At least until it grows out.
My Dad just sang a song that says "OOOOO how I wish I could be sierra copeland!" and I said "It's actually pretty average." and my Dad said "I think you have a good life." and I said because it came so naturally "I do have a good life" and that makes us both smile.
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