Monday, April 3, 2017
Change doesn't happen always by chance, sometimes change happens by change.
Last night I cried from the beauty of the moon and stars, and today I awoke to rain sliding down the windows. I awoke to dog kisses and a hundred comfy pillows. I awoke to dancing tree leaves and a beautiful creek's song.
There is something about being in a place built from wood and stone, surrounded by wood and stone, that is truly magic. Even a rainy Monday morning can look beautiful in the Great Smokey Mountains.
Sitting in a rocking chair, with coffee in a tin mug, and Atlas curled at my feet-I feel uncertain evermore that this truly is just a dream.
Well here's to magical cabin dreaming and the month of April. Cheers to day one.
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