happiness is only real when shared

fires burn, forests crumble; politics purge us of ourselves in office and Office. it's the shadows that make the grass always look so much greener.

me? i'm happy. i have no complaints to register. today i am grateful that the fires make for a vibrant sunset; that i can retreat home from paper piles to my own paradise. i don't long for anything greener. i'm liking the way the light dances on the brown tips of the blades and I'm content to let the dandelions roam. i can't chase the ever moving shadows, because i can't be two places at once.

it's just that im happiest about the little things lately. holding hands and coming home to a sun baked smile. it's the long chats with my mom as i commute and the dinners that we use to turn our kitchen messy. it's tide pools and granola acai bowls; hikes and unexpected letters. it's amazing to see life evolve into just what you wished for.

(i do hope the fires end soon though.)

said rabbit

sometimes, i just really miss my mom.