Sharing time with those who understand that the heaviness of the clouds above is a weight on the soul.  That on those dark days we remember the necessity of light. Everything we need is right here, without destruction. 

On the cold days when I wished for the warmth, I somehow lost the time between. Longing for what I already had, but passing it by. Dreaming of the perfection that was in my grasp. 

A contented heart in this insane world is an incredible gift. One to cherish and to share. Clarity is magical and even when it wanes you’re left with the thirst to know it again.