I finally have a day off. I’m in between classes and performances, sitting on the couch in a big hoodie, wrinkles jeans, and holey socks. I have the greatest desire to write something amazing, which I suppose is why I’m writing right now.
Today I feel… wistful.
Wistful- Characterized by melancholy;longing;yearning.
I am not particularly sad, or yearning for anything in specific. I am quite content actually. Today seems like a day to dream, to close my eyes and listen to the sounds of people living.
I imagine driving in the rain. Nothing on the radio, no talking, just the sound of raindrops and window wipers.
I imagine sitting on the end of a pier, dipping the tips of my toes into the water and watching the ripples.
I imagine hiking up a mountain and sitting on a huge rock while looking over the valley.
For me, some of the most beautiful moments have the absence of words.
When two people can look at each other and a smile simply enough.
Today I am content.
I am dreaming.
I am Okay.