The world is beautiful.
The weather is beautiful.
The sandwich I had from Putnam Market downtown the other day – though already digested through my body – is beautiful.
My room, having finally cooled down, is beautiful.
Even doing laundry is beautiful.
I have friends who love me and I love them.
My schedule is beautiful, now that it’s settled down.
Being able to breathe, even if it’s just a little, this week, is beautiful.
Life is good.
I’m doing well. I think.
No. I’m doing well. I know it.
I feel it.
Measure in Love,