Entry 17 (hello again)

It's 78° out and my earl grey tea is just a bit hotter, it warms my legs as it rests rather precariously on my lap. It's dusk and the mosquitoes should be out and about by now but so far they've avoided me. My line of view consists mostly of clouds, big dark grey things contrasting against the only visible part of the sky which is a faded orange color, the sun having just kissed it goodnight, and gone to wake the other side of planet Earth. The cicadas nightly symphony is in full swing, filling the night air with noise. There's always so much noise even in the silence. The swing creaking under me, the footsteps of children inside going to bed, the aforementioned insects, the faroff thrum of vehicles-- silence in my small corner of the world is relative and never true.

As I sip my tea and sit in nostalgic quiet, I wonder about my future. What it will entail, who will accompany it, what pattern it will weave in the ever changing rhythm of my heart. I hope whatever happens will be worth writing down and reflecting on and sharing with the world, albeit in the form of a blog post that not many will read.

And now the bugs have discovered my presence and I flee indoors. It's almost time for me to sleep at any rate, and I need to finish getting ready. 

I hope to continue to write about my goings on and my heart, please stay if you would like. Pull up a chair, there's plenty of tea here and there's always some kind of sweet just out of the oven. Tell me about your day, if you feel so inclined. I hope to be seeing a lot more of you in the future. 

-Esther