There is an incredible thunderstorm going on outside at the moment.
It's 4 in the morning.
The rain is so loud that I can no longer hear the Christmas music coming from the laptop in front of me.
It's lovely.
My beautiful red bicycle is parked outside, kickstand firmly planted.
It's soaked.
There are cotton balls on my desk. They remind me of my sister, who can't stand cotton balls.
It's a strange phobia, which has yet to be named.
My eyelids are heavy, and desire sleep, yet there are so many other things that I could do.
I could continue reading.
I could sing for another few hours.
I could write something more productive...or not.
I could count my blessings, one by one.
I could sit and be content.
I could stare out the window, listening to the storm, sitting in awe of God's amazing creation.
Perhaps I will do all of these things.
Yes, I think I will.
Goodnight, moon.
♥
heart.