Today as I looked out the window at work, the fog rolled down the mountain and swirled around the Springs. It wound around the trees and seemed to dance around the twinkling Christmas lights.
Tonight I am going to be surrounded by wonderful women. And though we have only known eachother for a couple of months from summer camp, being around them feels like home. Perhaps a spiritual home. The first night I came, I felt not only acceptance, but also love. The type of love that surrounds and hugs you like a warm blanket. I like that feeling.
And so I brave out into the icy cold to grab a cup of java and to talk about love.
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