Hope in December

I slept late last night, I tossed and turned; artificial rain noises lulled me to sleep only so much.

I woke up okay, though. My morning cup of coffee, made with love and flavored with brown sugar cinnamon only woke me up enough to last half the day, so I made a pit-stop before class for a second cup.

When I did, I saw a friend, one I hadn't seen in far too long. We talked by the register and I smiled the whole way through.

I got a gift today, beautiful earrings from a close friend. A darling friend who revisited the same village we did, together. She said so much there reminded her of me. I put the earrings on immediately.

We both got hugged today, by our statistics teacher, we got her a card and she blushed while she told us we made her day.

I said goodbye to my favorite psychology teacher today, she gave me two hugs. I told her I was devastated I had to miss her last class, she said the feeling was mutual.

I'm sat by my favorite tree again, feeling no rush and no stress this time. There is pink seeping through the clouds today, the smile on my face is real.

I'm going back to yoga today, it's been too long. I'll have to say goodbye to the instructor, but I feel nothing but content I got to experience her classes at all. I can't wait to stretch my back.

I have had my eyes closed for so long, stumbling around, afraid of the light. Jets above me leave streaks in the sky. My eyes are wide open.

It snowed last night but it's all melted since then.

Two of my roommates will be heading out today, T-minus 20 minutes until our goodbyes. I am nothing but happy for them, for I know what these trips mean to them.

I think about December. 7 days in and so much has come and gone. I think about how much will continue to do so.

I recognize that I'm still here.

I am content. I am okay, and I can do it again, I can do it forever.