always be contrary

Writing. Great music. Insightful conversations about life, culminating constant scenarios of what is to come, fantasy brought to life through silly yet relatable jargon and hopeful proposals. The perfect dress and boots kind of weather; early September here in New York City. Memories that spark like a chain reaction; once one comes to mind its as if the flood gates to how you captured the past are replaying the reel in your mind clear as ever. Stories that make you laugh until your face is tear stained and red. New friends, or better yet old ones rekindled without missing a beat. Sleeping in on an overcast Sunday morning with the Fall drizzle and a cozy bed as your only destination for the day. Puppies, all of them. Any size, shape, breed, name, owner; they make my day and there is nothing clever necessary to support this pure fact. The comfort of my family; the endlessly supportive and judgement-free environment they provide packed with unconditional love.