The days are brighter then before.

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It seems like the air is getting crisper. More vibrant. more full of life, not stale cold. My practice continues to get better. I fret less. I love more. and more. and more. more. more.

Music lately has been a large part of the day. I find myself staying true to the artist and appreciating the art work and the physical form of having something in my hand to show for. I just don't think I am always ready for all the advances. I tend to always be nostalgic for the physical. wether it be a person, a letter, a book, a CD.

I hope to finally be picking up an instrument. My brother recently picked up the guitar and is excelling quickly. What couple doesn't fantasize about having a two person band? That is what I thought.

I am falling deep deep deeper into love with my career. I learn so much and find so much of it to be useful for different aspects of life. I hope to at some point in life be able to afford a dress form so I can start a whimsical dance with creating clothing I dream up in my head. Where else would I dream it?

The sky looked something of a picturesque picture. Where it is just the right color of blue and white clouds. Where you feel if you reach out you could almost touch it. but then you do, only to find out it lays somewhere in your dreams. I could almost feel spring today because of the 30˚ temps.
I miss my family dearly. They are more then just family or friends. It is hard to put a word to it as I don't really think a word has yet to be made for our relation to one another.

Bloom. blooming. bloomed.