Privately Purposefully Pensive

A roaming journal entry. Dated Sixth of November, two-thousand six, at 10:35pm

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I've thought throughout the day about the random things that make me truly happy.

Last night it rained. I only heard it, but it made me smile. It put my mind at ease.

A few weeks ago it stormed, and I awoke in the middle of the night long enough to smile, reach my hand out, maneuver my body around so I could touch the window, and promptly fell asleep, still smiling.

Tonight, I have a hot ceramic mug -- the handle is still cold. Though it is empty, it is the sensation of the temperature that makes me feel better. I hold it in my hands; I press it against my face, and my nose rests on the handle.

Even in solitude, there is joy, because of God

I spend too much time worrying about friends who have come and gone. Imagine if I did the same about these things! What a waste!