Ah....summer. The mere utterence of the word gives me a sense of placement on this earth. I love summer. How the air is richer, the trees leaves are more vibrant, and my life somehow has more meaning. I love lazy summer afternoons. Knowing that there is no need to hurry (unless you work or something) and a cup of coffee is more pleasurable with company to talk to while sitting on a porch, watching the sunset.
It was only 6 months ago that I was near defeat, but I braved the storm and I'm back, better than ever. Every year is a learning experience, one more mark on my board of acheivements, another medal on my coat of life. This past winter was one of my worst, metally that is. I basically got cabin fever, and I got parinoid and started worrying about death and God and other "out-of-this-world" thoughts. It faded though, the paranoia that is, but not quickly. It takes time to slowly reintroduce yourself back into the work. It always seems to take half a year to slowly get back into the social world and for my metality to return once again, only stronger.
The reason for this post isn't really clear to me. I guess this is just a post about how happy I am right now.