real life is here...so don't forget to breathe

Long time no see, blog. Must be the weather!
Tuesday nights are good for sitting at home and drinking coffee, dreaming of Seattle and pine trees and unbridled love. I can just smell the scent of the Pacific that I've never seen from this land, feel the rock in the swing as we sit and muse, smell the hazelnut shavings we put in pumpkin pie crust.
Wonder how much will be different with marriage. Or a house of my own. What will change when the East Coast is a memory? Will it be better? That is all I see...simply better.
The times that are good do not start there - they are here. Keep the stubborn heart and the thick head as it leads you through swampy areas. Alexi Murdoch and Bon Iver will sing us to sleep and, in the morning when we wake, we still have each other.
How much better could it get