I can’t get close enough to actual sunshine. I can only smell the rays from where I sit as of now. Through the open window, to this chair I can deduce it smells good. If there were a way to drag this bulky bit of technology outdoors I would. It is better than smelling cigarettes and dust. Stale air is an udder turn off to me. The weather is finally nice for more than 3 days in a row, is it safe to say spring has sprung? Perhaps so, this makes me happy. I can retreat outdoors instead of secluded corners of a house to upper levels or lower levels.  I can walk again. With the coming of freshness I get a sense of rejuvenation, I want to be healthier I want to be taller I want to be loved, spring makes sense.

I wish I had a vehicle, driving around in this brisk  night air seems awfully fulfilling it seems like something I want to do again, I never ever appreciated driving until I lost the ability to do it. It was taken away from me on my own accord and that for lack of a better term really sucks ass. I love hanging my arms out of moving cars fighting/dancing with the wind. Letting my hand fall up and down up and down again, in winter this activity is too bitter. When the sun shines it is pleasant and refreshing.

 

I love the simple pleasures in this life. They really do make things better. I am a pretty cynical person but little things in life make life worth living. I will stick my feet or hands in pond or lake water, but I refuse to submerge. I can appreciate pond scum only on my phalanges never completely. I love the weightlessness of water, and how seemingly graceful twists and somersaults are. I love phone calls that are worthwhile, I’m glad I picked up Asacia’s call today, she seemed like she needed the familiarity of my voice. As I often find myself doing with others.