You know the days when you have lots of ideas? When you spend time reading a book and writing a letter and thinking about what people mean to you? Your plans go wrong, but because they do, there is room for what you really want. You know the days that a baby says your name? The days that a stranger becomes a friend, the days when you look someone in the eye and understand?
You know the days that rain is a gift, when the steep climb makes a mountaintop all the more beautiful. The pain is still there - but you realize that it’s absence really isn’t the point. You know the days when a deer holds your gaze? The days when a conversation makes you feel more human, the days you feel Love in the trees and the grass and the dust all around you? I want to have more of those.