There’s something in the air. A change. I can feel it.
Maybe it’s the high pressure system blowing in, because I am on fire.
A voice inside is telling me not to write about this feeling. But it’s the best feeling in the world. Being on the verge of something, even when you don’t know what that something is. Sometimes, I think, it’s simply gratitude. A full feeling. A feeling you haven’t felt in awhile. A coming home. A seeing that you’ve always been here.
Maybe that’s what looking at old pictures can do for you. Allow you to see what you couldn’t see then.
This is what I saw today:
A beautiful girl.
A mom-to-be full of glee and joy.
Out of order,
but always there.
“Anything can happen,” Ellie Goulding sings. In fact, that’s currently playing as I type this. Sometimes you can’t make this stuff up. A shuffle so great.
Are you present?
Are you listening?
I am not judging. I’ve been away far too long to hold any type of righteousness. Yet I can’t help but want to call you in. To dance with me. To sing with me.
My heart is bursting.
This is the best feeling in the world and I want you to be a part of it with me.
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