Im on the terrace. Im in a tent. My tent. Im in it. Its like my own little heaven. Its freezingly cold. My hands are numb. I have songs. I just had coffee. I have a novel to read, and an emergency light, for the lighting. And a light si quilt. OmG. Im in heaven.
I can't believe I finally own a tent. It was always one of my bizzare wishes.
Life is pretty right now. And I love everything. Because its beautiful.