the condensation of atmospheric water vapor falling on the earth's surface makes me feel alive.

Life. What a funny thing you are. Every day you are different but always essentially the same. Why do I love you so much? Why do I wish you would go away sometimes? I don't have good answers for these questions. All I know is that I walked in the rain tonight. I felt it fall on my face and clothes. It washed away the day's grime. It is a seemingly meaningless moment in my life that I will cherish for awhile. I will think back on that moment in the rain and smile. Why? Because it is my life. Because it is during all of those inconsequential times that I realize how lucky I am to be alive.

So, thanks God, for the rain. It made me feel a little more alive today.

breathing, part two.

I haven't experienced a thunderstorm in my new house. Did you catch that? Yes, my new house. I have a place of my own. It is an incredible feeling to walk around a place that is yours and only yours. I like being alone. Normally I get my energy from being with people. I have found that I have really enjoyed staying at my house and being by myself. My home is peaceful. It arrived with no memories of its own. It was just built a few weeks ago. The only footprints left in my cheap carpet were made by people I love. My family walked through it as they helped me move, and my closest friends came in to help me fold laundry and say "pretty!" when they walked in the door. It is a sweet place. A surprisingly pink place, as well. I really feel like a grown woman now.

The other night I crawled into my new bed and ate cereal from a blue Dixie cup. Ecstasy.