Bliss.

... because that is what utter contentment is all about.

Bliss

Raindrops fall lightly on the window panes.


You sit back in a comfortable chair,


hugging a soft pillow,


reading a story book,


and eating chocolates.

That, my friends, is the true meaning of bliss.
*contented sigh*

By the way, I took the picture above myself.

Really, really.

I did. Really and truly. I put the flower (it's from the garden outside the house) on the piano top and took the picture.

Aww, shucks, don't believe me?

Spot the flower!

Yours truly,

Caitlin K.

The thought of you doesn't excite me as much as it used to.
On the path to recovery..