i like to think that i take time to enjoy the simple pleasures in life, but in reality i rarely do slow down to smell those proverbial roses. maybe that should be a goal of mine in this coming year, something to work on and improve. but tonight, tonight i am lying here, basking in something so small, yet something i love:
the sound of rain on the roof.
last night i drove down the highway under a bright moon with my lights turned off.
ReplyDeleteWhen I first got to Mivoden, it was the middle of the night. And so I went to look at the lake. And I looked at it for a long time.
ReplyDeleteWhen the wind blows over the wheatfields, it sounds like a thousand whispers... Sometimes I listen and try to figure out what God is telling me.
ReplyDeleteI splurged but for someone else.
ReplyDeleteI walked backwards up our hill tonight and stared at the huge yellow FULL sun. It's actually quite pleasant here at night... I wish you could come enjoy it with me.
ReplyDeleteTara...i hate/love you...the reminder of you is pleasant and awesome. The thought of you being at southern without all of us is unpleasant and not awesome.
ReplyDeleteMy simple pleasure: I vented to Chelsea...my stable listening ear...thanks friend.