greenstorm | Solitude

And then there's the solitude crowded with knowledge of good people who love you where joy flows over the skin like some thick sugary blanket. Everything fits against each other with no holes and no crowding and there's me in the middle with the time passing to draw me on to good things and big things and generally just the rest of my life, and I look forward to it -- but not too much, because just sitting there on the sofa in the sun reading and randomly thinking of the people I know when I feel like it is good enough that there's little point in anticipating anything, little point in stepping out of that moment for anything.

I feel like taking all my clothes off,
Dancing to the rite of spring
And I wouldn't normally do this kind of thing...

Wik, is this era too scary for you to know the song?

It's good to sing aloud again. It's good to be in the working-through-things mode instead of thinking I need to hide from any disharmony that comes up. It's good to have taken my fill of edgy stuff, tohave stretched myself to the limit and snap back fresh and new with no scars.

It's good to know good people. It's good to like things. It's good to feel like I'm a neat person. And, dammit, it's good to read more than a few pages at a time again, even if the book's plot is a little transparent.

The shrubbery's getting taken out of the front yard at TOH, so it's good to be planning a rose, magnolia, lilac, wisteria and clematis garden out there too. Oooooohhh, fragrant plants. :)

It's good to do nice things for people. And it's good to be part of something. That's very powerful, being a part of something, and it takes being an individual self to do it just because if you dissolve into the whole there's no you to be a part.

It's good to think that people are better, more together, stronger, and smarter than I had hoped. It's... you know? It's just good all 'round.