lately,
just being loved
feels so, so good.
i have the flu, my car has been murdered, and 2000 birds have died since the oil spill, but it sure is good to be home after being cold as balls in denver.
when the sun sets here, it feels dreamlike. i breathe in this amazing clean air, marvel at how the moisture has returned to my hands, and gaze in awe at the way the sunset lights the opaque sky... this is my home, and i can't stop staring.
beautiful city of mine,
beautiful husband of mine,
please don't ever change.
10:51 p.m. - 2007-11-25