It's a rainy stay-at-home night. A bathtub night.
An "I'm going to make a pot of soup and read" night.
I remember when nights like this used to frighten me, as if by staying in, I would somehow end up missing the exact moment when I would receive the answer I needed to fix whatever I thought was wrong. (Does that make sense?)
I don't care anymore, or perhaps this is the moment, and I've found the answer.
I couldn't wait to get home in the rain and fill up the tub. I like the sound of my own heart beating in my ears when I lie still in the hot water and listen.
(Has anyone else done that lately?)
Anyway, I am looking forward to hearing it..