After rewriting essentially the whole ceremony script (why am i paying her again?!) I realized something. I miss writing. Like, really miss it. Not that I have any plans to do anything about it. Just musing...
when i was little, i used to hate coming home from the beach with sand stuck between my toes. but now it's more of a special, secret reminder that i had a good time last night.
and every once in a while, i can smell the fire and the ocean.