The clear blue of the Tallahassee sky.
A breezy, 65 degrees.
FSU maintenance staff who revel in what they understand as progress in American politics.
Starbucks sweetened, iced coffee (it's delicious; you should try it).
Letting go of petty regrets. All regrets are kind of petty in the long run.
Leftovers from TGI Fridays.
The way the sun shines through my movie posters plastered to Rogers' giant windows.
Poetry.
The ability to pray.
My yellow keds.
"O send out your light and your truth; let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling. Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy; and I will praise you with the harp, O God, my God. Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God." - Psalm 43:3-5
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