The good kind of exhausted.
The I've-been-creative, been-with-people-I-adore, been-burning-the-candle-to-fit-it-all-in kind of exhausted.
Earlier today when I went to Starbucks for a needed afternoon coffee, there was a light rain and a chill in the air.
I like puddles. Not for splashing through or playing in.
I just like looking at them, into them.
There's something magic to me about catching the sky reflected back to me from the ground.
Or, maybe I'm just exhausted...