days passing

bike ride to my sister's home

rising waters

Dreams have come to me real and vivid. The nights have brought me to beautiful and overwhelming landscapes. One night I was in my sunroom I looked up to the dark skies and I saw a giant moon that almost covered my entire view of the stars. Beside the moon was its own, smaller, orbiting planet. When I was in the dream I thought it was real and that it was so frighteningly close. 

Last night I walked with a group of people along the shallow side of a lake that was closed in by mountains. Snow had fallen and the grass around the lake was covered in a white sheet. As I slowly made my way through the water, I thought to myself that this was one of the most wonderful places I had been to. Once we emerged from the water and began walking towards the base of the mountain, I came across a magnificent flower blooming amongst the snow. I felt that it was rare and the most beautiful flower I had ever seen.

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These past few weeks have been spent mainly in solitude. I have told few friends that I am here so I have used my time alone to bike ride around the lake and to sit in the garden with my cat and marvel at the little things.

The few times that I have spent with friends have been happy. My favourite has been with H and E at H's house playing bomberman, eating pide, watching the worst movie ever and listening to the rain fall heavily outside. A part of me feels completed when I am with those two, it's like the past times of primary school and growing up resurface clearly and it's almost like I'm back there and we're all kids again yet in the comfort of our adult selves. These two understand me on a degree only those who have seen me as a child would. They might not know much about the present me, but they relate and communicate so well with my foundation. We laugh at the same jokes and get competitive like we used to but also manage to talk about some "deep and meaningful" topics.

I like the time I spend with my sister. Even the sports days - where I go with her and play indoor soccer/netball/volleyball with her team... where people call me "liz" and where one thinks I study writing. Despite those incorrect understandings, I am happy to go and just run around, get exhausted and not care too about how silly I look. 

I watched "Beauty is Embarrassing" the other night and loved it the whole way through. It literally made my happiness levels go wooowowowoo and when it ended I was left feeling really good about life.

I am hoping this year will be a good one. 

So far so good.