a time for every season

the sun is barely setting, just getting quieter, and the spring rain is better than most, on the trees and thee roof. the sky is still covered in grey, but in the west there is fewer clouds, and there is light. it's good and awesome and the door is open, letting in the spring light and life is good. in this very instant, i am lacking nothing. minutes from now, and before this, there were other things to consider, to worry about, to obsess over. but not now. now is good.

i was reading a thing i wrote years ago. and it was good. not awesome, or fantastic, but good. i am a good writer. (may god have mercy on my soul)


and, in the even that this leapoffaith sends me crashing down instead of flying, i can type pretty damn fast w/o looking at the keyboard, so i could always make a career in administravia.