gushing happiness

This weekend L and I stayed in a bed and breakfast right outside of Mt Rainier National Park.
It was incredibly relaxing and reinvigorating. The place was perfect. Perks of a hotel (restaurant, maid service, sense of anonymity) but with a homey common area and yard that made it feel like I was on vacation at my grandparents.
It was nice being lifted out of our daily routine, and remembering how good we are together, no matter where we are.
It gave us the peace and quiet and privacy that I've been craving, so we could have some really amazing heart to hearts. We were able to talk about things that we've needed to talk about for about a year. And even before the heart-to-hearts, I had such a good time getting drunk together and having rambling and enthusiastic conversations.

I kept telling my brain to memorize what it was like to stand in the sun and look at the mountains and trees. So when the day-to-day gets to me I can go back there.

Bursting with epiphanies all weekend: about my childhood, being an adult now, my future as a nudist, the negative thoughts that creep into my brain. The barbed wire I wrap my feelings in.

A supreme tranquility washed over my soul. I know I can't keep it, but I hope recording it helps.