There are days where getting out of bed and showering seem as if they are as tumultuous as learning to play banjo with only your teeth. Days that seem as if the task at hand is to climb K2 in nothing but Crocs. But days like this? These are the days that reassure us that the skies ahead are that of clear blue day and evenings of screaming fire red. These are the days that seem to let us exhale the troubles of commutes and unread messages and breathe in the hearts full of light pictured in the developed film of our past.
There are days where getting out of bed and showering seem as if they are as tumultuous as learning to play banjo with only your teeth. Days that seem as if the task at hand is to climb K2 in nothing but Crocs. But days like this? These are the days that reassure us that the skies ahead are that of clear blue day and evenings of screaming fire red. These are the days that seem to let us exhale the troubles of commutes and unread messages and breathe in the hearts full of light pictured in the developed film of our past.
Good on you, brother.