i was going to write something about particular things i'd like to be doing right at this very moment, but instead i was struck with the thought that mostly i spend many moments day-dreaming about idealistic locales instead of finding contentment in present surrounding. like for example right now (and most often usually) i want to be walking outside in the city of roses, slow and steady, admiring the blossoms and bright colors i know are there (because it's been raining every day since october); i want to be listening to the stillness in the summer's beginning. instead i am sitting on my couch in the middle of the country, where one can't really walk anyplace significant. there's nothing wrong with this moment, and perhaps someday in my life i will think back to moments exactly like this and i will long for them, aching in my heart for familiarity and a sort of comfort that is found here.

desires are funny, strange things, aren't they?

i've been learning a lot about the timing in fulfilling such desires.

and timing is everything.

so for now, i'll sit here on this couch in the middle of the country, with the ease that is home in a region that i really do love, and i'll think of another place in fondness, hoping to see open arms for me someday soon.

but not today.