i like days like today.
the sky is bluer than blue, the trees are tall and leafy, with foilage that seems to spread like fingers through hair, and i am up.
up early from bed, yes. surprising after spending an evening drinking scotch. but also up as in not down.
so i figured i would write myself a note on here for when this is not the case:
dear jes. chill the fuck out. let the world fall over you. love me.