For some reason, I always like to begin my posts by describing something...i don't know why, but that's okay.
Moonbeams stream through my window, creating a puddle of
light on my floor. Pulling open the blinds, I press my nose against the window,
fogging up the glass, looking out at the bright moon shining through
transparent clouds, creating a silent halo encircling itself, and trying to
discern the stars from the airplanes. The song “You’re Beautiful” by Phil Wickham
comes to mind. I decide that it’s the perfect time to write down some thoughts in
my little blue notebook, fighting off insomnia, by moonlight. You don’t have to
read them if you don’t want to, but if you want to, then go ahead. ^_^
What is it about the sky? What’s with the starts that are
sprinkled so generously across their violet backdrop, or the sun that paints the
clouds with pinks and oranges? Why is it that we find the moon, only a
reflection of its majesty, so beautiful? Why do we find comfort gazing at
something that’s there all the time?
Maybe because it reminds us that there’s a hope. That we’re
not alone, because there’s someone who’s more important than us, who knew us before the
beginning of everything.
Well, we appreciate the sky anyway, even if there’s no
particular reason other than it just being absolutely marvelous, with all of its constellations, sunrises, sunsets, and
eclipses.
Like i said, there's not special purpose to this post.
I’ve decided to read Les
Miserables by Victor Hugo before December 25th when the movie
comes out, if it kills me. So far I’m doing alright. I just love the way he
painted his story. He was so right about so many things. If you don’t know what
it’s about, or don’t really care whether you see it or not, watch this. It’ll change your
mind. And if it doesn't...well that's your own problem.
Enough about that.
I know that
about 99% of everybody has already said this, at least once, but… fall is
almost here!! :D (not to mention I’m probably one of the very few people who
have not had a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks yet…yeah…I know…) I can’t
wait for fires and leaves and cold weather and sweaters and hoodies and s’mores
and hot chocolate….I could go on for…a really long time.
if you've made it this far, thanks for reading. If you didn't make it this far, thanks anyway :)
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