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The little things that give me comfort. The smell of a campfire. The hug from the quite understanding boy. The smell of pumpkin bread, fresh from the oven. The hum of cicadas. The glow of lighting bugs under the distance globes of fire in the sky. The feeling of home, where everything is alright.
Space. That's the first thing I think of. Beautiful. Dangerous. Intelligent. A Mystery. Angels and Airwaves, haha. My favorite band. They hang on my ceiling and inspire my before I go to bed and first thing in the morning.
I like trains. Especially train movies. They add great adventure. I always thought it would be cool if you could hop on a car and drive to somewhere. Without knowing where you were going. Nothing to stop you.
So horses use harness. So do my dogs. When we walk them so they don't choke to death on their collars. Pretty much all animals we put on harnesses. That's sad. Those stupid parents even do it with their leash packback kids.
I don't get chills when I'm cold. I get them when I'm scared too. But I also get them when I'm listening to the bridge of a really great song. Like you know, one of those epic songs they always save for the end of the movie. I like those.
I wish this would shuffle different words so I could use it more than once a day. I mean, I suppose I could write about Saturday again and again and again. But I want a new word. Something that will surprise me. MONDAY.