simple action.

A cup of tea. Scent of fresh tabacco and vanilla. Orange ash leaves and good company. A bike ride to a distant coffee shop.

I woke this morning with a good feeling. A good feeling that has been hiding out somewhere. A good feeling that apparently needed to be unearthed by exercise and good friends and warm tea. This morning I fixed us a giant pot pie and shoved it in the fridge to cook for dinner. Then i hopped on my bike to meet up with a new friend.

This friend rocks. She writes short stories that verge on prose. She says 'rad' and sings and dances at work. She flies kites. She rides bikes. and I'm thankful for the ray of sanity in this mess of newness.

And here we are: she is grading papers and I am working on my thesis. And for now, i'm smiling.