(we do not remember days; we remember moments)
you know that feeling you get when everything feels alright?
you’re looking out through a window, watching the rains pour down over the paths you walk every single day, your immediate worries are washing away before your very eyes.
maybe it’s not clear where you’re going, or even where you’ve been. but there is something that’s made very clear; that in all your thoughts, in all your reflections, you could have never imagined the story you’ve been living.
and then the comes a beautiful realization—you would have it no other way.
thank god for the rain.
