It feels like I'm living in a box when at work or at home, wearing blinders when I'm actually outside. Yesterday's road trip was, really nice. At one point Z, J and I were sitting on top of a high, rocky hill overlooking the sea at sunset, and there were clear-cut sunbeams slicing through the heavy clouds right over the water. It was a moment in time I hope to never forget.
"My mother used to say that when the light shines through like that, God is talking to someone," J said.
I like J's mom.
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