It's 5:30, the sky is dark, the trees are blowing, it's thundering, lightning, the candles are lit and I'm sitting by an open window sucking it all in. India's running outside so that she can see first hand how the dripping house looks to draw a picture of it.
My dad called yesterday. Said he wanted to know what my secret was - how I kept going forward, moving on, getting on, living. I wasn't sure if he didn't know how terrifying life sometimes feels to me, or if he just didn't want to know how terrifying it sometimes feels. I thought that the next time he and I have a good talk I'll have to let him in on the joke that sometimes it's all just a fucking mess. Sometimes it just is. That's all. And then sometimes, you've got those days with the thunder and lightening and the smell of rain and glowing candles and good God. Good God.