I didn’t go to the beach.
I love hearing the rain fall.
I woke up to an overcast day. Certainly not Beach weather but still perfect weather to me.
Something about each drop breaking up a different clump of soil. Something about the sound and smell I love.
I hadn’t done that in awhile.
It felt good.
I didn’t go to the beach but I relaxed.
I hadn’t realized how really tired I was. Maybe this contributed to my feelings of emptiness.
At least eight hours.
I never would have imagined I could say I slept for eight hours.
I don’t miss people.
Not much happened today in the way of revelations or activities but I remembered something:
I love cooking and listening to the rain.