ghost friend, we don't believe in

Today is going to be a good day.

Of course I woke up an hour before my alarm, like every morning this past week, but it was pouring on this particular morning. I sank into my bed and went back to sleep. One of those weighty ones, you know? With the steady patter outside, and that little bit of soft morning light. One hour later I slumped over, let more light in, pulled the blanket to my chest, and the house was quiet. Usually my dad's place is a cold kind of quiet, more house than home, but I guess it was different today. I'm sitting here now drinking my coffee and listening to Bowerbirds with the rain. It's too perfect.

I've never really been this consistently content with my life as I have been lately.
I wish I could thank every one of my friends and tell them I love them all, and I mean it. Things have more worth lately. I haven't been wasting. Things are finally integrating. Summer is right around the corner and my mind is pretty much on the brim all the time.
Just you wait.

The morning sun says hello.