Never coming down.

If I could have more nights like this to myself - gentle breezing bowing in through the window, overhead lights off and the desk lamp on, a sense of calm and a mind open for writing that hasn't been worn down by classwork and folding laundry - I'd be a lot happier with life as I live it.

In the meantime, having nights like this for homework, with the little bubble created by the light in here and the dark outside, with the breezes bowing close, it's not so bad at all.