i sat on the beach, cozily wrapped in the hoodie i have yet to return to jonah [he won't mind, will he?]. the wind picked up just enough to make the air fresh and to brush a mist from the ocean across my exposed skin. i put my ipod in my ears and listened to Barber's Adagio for Strings as the big orange moon rose above the water.

this, my friends; this is a moment i live for.