The rains started today.
I am missing home today.
There is a strange way of thinking, when you’re in the middle of living your life, that it will exist that way forever.
It’s when you realize that those moments really may never exist again, that a “lifetime” suddenly carries so much meaning, as a series of memories all strung together that make a journey from one end to the other.
Sometimes I wish the journey could just stop, and that life really could stay the same forever. But I suppose that would be a “rut,” which is really no good at all. So I guess we’ll just keep going.