I love the wintriness of today. It’s beautiful. Everything is heavy. The silence is the heaviest of all.
This silence that speaks of everything having this chance to slow down and take it easy all together.
I don’t know. I think there’s a magic to days like today. When it carries this barren empty calm.
Days like today when I’m all boxed in, no expectations. All worries done for just the now, and I am fucking happy.
There’s a certain cold clarity. It simply does not allow for lies, and you’re forced to see the truth.
A day you can worry, or let it go. Be in this moment and believe, that if you’re lucky, tomorrow really is just another day.
I’m taking today off. I’m not going to worry. I will enjoy the time of this one day. Because I have it.