tea isn’t just a drink it’s a handwarmer it’s an experience it’s a love language it’s a friend it’s

I love you thunderstorm lullabies. I love you foggy mornings. I love you misty days. I love you birds playing in puddles. I love you raindrop-bejeweled blades of grass. I love you cool breeze.

Just remember if you suffer from melancholy and must run away to the sea for your health that you should also wear sunscreen

I find your lack of whimsy disturbing

that is an excellent point. I will consider it deeply as I make little mud replicas of you and kick them to smithereens

I love you rain I love you thunder I love you foggy skies I love you dark green I love you chamomile tea I love you leaves rustling in the wind

mary oliver was right: i am here!!! i am alive on this fresh earth!!! i am standing in my kitchen waiting for my tea to boil and that alone is proof of my existence!!!!

Touching grass isn't enough I need to move to the shire and live in a hobbit hole