I just posted, I know. I wanted to make this separate.
I hear a bird singing. It's a quarter to four in the morning and the birds are already up and going. It reminds me of summer. Summer, when sunrise is an hour from now and I can hear those stupid birds from like, two on. It's just such a lovely, peaceful time of year.... summer mornings.....
Two more months of this "cold" bullshit and then we can get on to some real fun.
I miss summer. I miss the fucking birds. I miss the sunrises.... but this little guy right outside makes it all, somehow, bearable.
It would only be better if I could sleep under the moon tonight. :::dreamy sigh:::