for the first time in months, i am sitting at my own desk, my fingers running across my own keyboard.
this may seem like a small thing.
an insignificant thing.
maybe, in the vastness of life, it is.
but right now,
in this moment,
it feels a little bit like inspiration.
i look out of my window, and i see grey sky and green and swaying leaves, and a little piece of a heart that has been hard and hurt feels light.
today is a birthday.
a birthday i failed to make special.
a mistake i will make better.
but even without pomp and even without grand plans and schemes, i am so happy knowing he is in the next room, no more than a few footfalls away.