it-is's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- magic and warmth in all their forms Yesterday was momos in Little Tibet while actors in 1930s garb walked back and forth between scenes in front of the restaurant's window, balloon animals, playing with puppies, cold beer, wearing his hoodies for nighttime walks, and purple yam popsicles and cheesy horror movies in bed. Yesterday was what every summer day should be. I am so tired today, and in the best way possible. Happiness is the kind of tired that is satisfying in your bones, the kind of muscle aches that tell you you're alive and still capable of strength. He makes everything magical because that's what he is, he's so generous with it and his generosity takes nothing away from himself, just enriches the lives of everyone around him. And the most incredible part is he doesn't even realize he's doing it, or how special it is. He doesn't dance between raindrops, he plays in the rain. And teaches everyone else how to enjoy it with him. 11:34 a.m. - 2022-05-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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