so much to say and no way to say it all again

[threeplusfire]

I made lemonade today. I find it satisfying, for some reason. Maybe it is the sound of the lemons squishing. The sun stayed out in a bright blue sky, and a black cat slept on my porch. There are chocolate covered marzipan bars in my fridge. Letters came today, one from the church and two from Patrick. I should write a letter.