Ahhhh.
I've finished a major speech and a sixteen page annotated bibliography, Ludovico Einaudi is tickling the ivories, and I'm alive.
Alive like gulping breath after breath of fresh, minus-something-degrees air that is one of the delicious ingredients of life. And exhaling it in big whooshes, like throwing hundred dollar bills in the air, because it's absolutely, one hundred percent, without-strings-attached free.
Alive like my cat sitting too close to the fireplace, eyes shut against the heat, enjoying every long second of blissful warmth.
Alive like being reminded of God's love in even the very smallest details of everyday life: the unexpected reminders that we really can trust Him.
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