Mom’s at work and the twin is with his lady friend so I have the house to myself and the music turned up way too loud.
Tonight is good.
(Source: cossetgaleria / Kygo)
If everyone watched this then the world would be a little bit better.
Someone has a wood stove burning outside and the scent is climbing in through the window and my room smells like a campfire.
The night air lingers
with a scent; reminiscent,
full of memories.
Laying in bed with the window open after a rainstorm, especially at night, creates one of those feelings that makes everything a little more bearable.
Petrichor: the scent of rain on dry earth.
I’m currently a one man band performing in the house whilst I clean the kitchen. Free admission, standing room only. I’ll be here for the next hour or so.
Rainy mornings, especially when they’re on a Monday, are good for staying curled up in bed with a cup of coffee.
Not for going into work.
I think that I am
falling in love with ideas
more so than people