Tea, coffee, water, thunderstorms, elephants, the company of a selected group of individuals (you know who you are), empty journals, Hugh Laurie (House MD), art supplies, white dresses on beaches, guitars, music, solitude (every now and then), handmade cards, linen, the smell of new books, libraries, freckles, and not being able to explain everything.
The other day, i read a letter i had written to Matthew a year ago. It sounded nothing like what i imagine myself to sound like now. If it hadn't been for my handwriting and signature, i wouldn't have recognized it at all. It astounds me how much i have changed in a year. Have you thought about