le sigh

I just plopped open my beloved blue journal and it smells like the coffee bar I spent the afternoon playing madam observer in. Now, isn't there just something magical about that? All my coffee-swilling brethren can attest to it - there's magic swimming about in the aroma of a beautifully caffeinated cup o' joe. Mmmm...Roasterie, take me away.

Here I was - ready to opine about the joys of life or being single and getting happy with it or how utterly blessed and magical this time seems...but there it is again. Mmmm...that earthy smell, merging with the blue leather of the journal. Wow.

And there we have it. I'm all out of words for tonight, but am set to dream of my morning cup, deliciously deserved after a completely peaceful Friday morning run.

...and life just don't get much better than that.