who will compute the lonely nights

today i sat in habitat reading and i met ada and jy!!!! : ))))) we haven't talked in AGES but it was so fun catching up with them and talking about random things that go all the way back to primary school days. also finished a book by maya angelou while they were doing math and the ending was wonderful - like all good books are, it was heartbreaking all the same but it was really hopeful and i loved it

also borrowed a book of ray bradbury interviews from the library! AND I LOVE RAY BRADBURY an autobiography simply wouldn't do for him because his words are that powerful, and rich

“If you stuff yourself full of poems, essays, plays, stories, novels, films, comic strips, magazines, music, you automatically explode every morning like Old Faithful. I have never had a dry spell in my life, mainly because I feed myself well, to the point of bursting. I wake early and hear my morning voices leaping around in my head like jumping beans. I get out of bed to trap them before they escape.” ― Ray Bradbury

and there is something about the everyday that compels us to wake up with hope in our hearts - it doesn't have to be a grandiose kind of hope, like the hope for a life-changing miracle or the hope of discovering love, or something lofty like that, just the daily goals of lighting little candles. hoping to see a cloudless sky or find a quote that inspires you, to talk to a friend you miss or catch the bus at the right time, these little hopes are the ones that keep you waking up to new infinities. there are miracles daily, subtle ones that descend like lightweight so we barely notice, and as our hearts run like rivers we will uncover love along the way.

and everywhere, life is full of heroism