Who says perfect is beautiful?

A certain kind of something good.

There's been a lot of rain lately, which is good. Rain means the weather is cooler and the air smells clean and new. Everyone walks around with a quarter of their pants marked with the stain of rain and shoes that are going to need airing. There is a strange sense of comfort and respite in the dampness.

In the long while that I haven't written, it's been mostly good...
Every week, there are fresh flowers on my bedside table.
I have been reading whatever I feel like whenever I want. I imagine all the time owning a library of all my favourite books and magazines.
I have been drinking loads and loads of the most fantastic home-brewed coffee. I even learnt to brew some on my own.
I wake up any time I want and have had some of the best mornings since a long time.
I am almost always in the company of my family, my boy or my friends. The relationships in my life all feel right.
I finally found a job exactly where I've always wanted.
My room has just been painted orchid white (it's as pretty as it sounds) and re-decorated. It is now a place I really love.

I know that there are a lot of crazy things happening in the world. News that is full of death and pain and loss comes around every day. It makes me sad and numb all at the same time. And then I guiltily remember that I am blessed with so very much, that the rest of my life lies ahead of me to live as I choose.

Yes, there is definitely something about the rain.