This morning is perfect. No matter that the weather is against us or that things just didn't pan out like I had wanted. For some reason no matter what the world threw at it this morning decided to be perfect. With the continuous drizzle and the fog and mist that are so dense even the empire state building is covered. It is perfection. The world woke up this morning and decided that even the weather wouldn't keep this from being glorious. Of course its not the typical glorious. Its the kind of perfection that comes from defiance and rebellion. No matter that he didn't call. No matter that he didn't text back. No matter that there was no dancing. No matter that it was shaping up to be a rather shitty weekend. Somehow.
It just feels right. Even with the fog and mist raining all over the island this is a beautifully flawless morning. Its as if the powers that be are just reminding me that life is never perfect but the moments in between are. Reminding me that a night with good friends is just as, if not better, than a night with a man. The perfection of just being with friends in a moment that although small is powerful. That alone made this potentially dreary and depressing morning just....what it should be.
I think it's also perfect because I woke up this morning knowing exactly who I am. I woke up and just knew, I knew who I was, I was complete and that feeling of solidarity is comforting. It makes that tiny flame of self contentment burn all the brighter.
Against all odds this morning is perfect.
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