Getting things done this afternoon, mainly projects and compositions, writing a poem or two, watching the construction men walk back and forth on the roofs and bulldozers...things like that. The hope of making it to the library for an hour or two is before me, and the joy of friendships and a good family is upon me.
It's been a good day.
This morning's fog cleared up to reveal a gorgeously light sky and soft sunlight; summer is still clinging to the leaves. I braided some yellow, orange, and black yarn. I'm going to hot-glue it onto a leaf and hang it from my ceiling. Then I'm going to braid some more, and repeat it until all I see above me are falling leaves.
Small post upon small post, and soon autumn will be gone. A few friends will grow a year older, and then it will be my turn: eighteen. I would love to rent my youth group building and invite everyone I know, but I also understand the limits of finances. But I still would love to do that. That's the only thing I hate about having my birthday during winter: the park for a place of entertainment is out.
It's good, though. God is good, throughout it all.
And in spite of it all, this is a life that I am thoroughly enjoying. I really do feel like royalty today, what with the world being so full of a number of things.
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