Open.
After a long weekend of hot, sticky weather, the clouds just opened up and all hell broke loose. The sky is slate gray; rain is pouring down in thick, slanted sheets. I felt my stomach clench up in anticipation.
Tonight is going to be a quiet night. I'm going to take a warm shower and wash slowly. I'm going to let my hair dry in waves. I'm going to make a large pot of jasmine pearl tea and savor it. I'm going to unravel my thoughts on the written page. There's much to be said-- so much I haven't actually worked through yet. So many of the things I write are on the surface. I'm going to write until I fall asleep under the soft glow of pale white lights.
Tonight is going to be a quiet night. I'm going to take a warm shower and wash slowly. I'm going to let my hair dry in waves. I'm going to make a large pot of jasmine pearl tea and savor it. I'm going to unravel my thoughts on the written page. There's much to be said-- so much I haven't actually worked through yet. So many of the things I write are on the surface. I'm going to write until I fall asleep under the soft glow of pale white lights.