Hand Me Downs

It’s late, my brain is still on. Tried sleeping for 45 minutes or so. There’s a firefly (I said lightning bug first- how much more poetic, firefly- best, lightningfly?) in our bedroom, courting the green flashing light on my phone. I’m grabbing a legal pad and a Uniball and seeing if I have anything to say. I love the idea that maybe, just maybe, I’d write something that somebody a hundred years down the road could use. Got an amazing hymnal this weekend- I’m writing out of it, and just charmed.
Forgive the lack of pictures. Some stupid malfunction. Words, words for you- just not quite the same in Bloggyland. I’m blogged out- onto pen & paper, friends. I hope you’re sleeping.