Sometimes you wake up and the sun creeps in through the window slats and tickles you. And unaccountably you feel better, no scrap that, you actually feel good. No brandy for five days now...and the numbness on the tips of my fingers is fading.
I listen to Sarah Mclachlan and although her songs are sad, I appreciate them aesthetically. Beauty is always uplifting...I like autumn, I like fall, I like golden leaves buffeted by gentle currents falling....
And peace comes dropping slow...
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