claire de lune still makes me wistful. never mind that the twilight movie ruined it. somehow it is perfect for rain and shine,
morning and evening,
the heights and the depths
(emphasis on and).
i would like to sleep all through the night until the sun has already been up in the sky for hours. instead, i'll stay up too late and get up too early.
it is the small snatches of time when there is nothing scheduled, when i talk to my best friend in the entire world, when i wake up early and see the sky still stained with faint color, when i have a good cup of tea, when i hear God barely whisper--these things get me through the grind.