french bulldog

I wrote this a couple weeks ago hope u enjoy<3

It's been raining in LA for what feels like five years, when in reality I know it's only been about four days—but man, does it feel like years. There was a break in the rain this morning, so I decided to go take a walk around the reservoir. After that, my favorite bench was available, so I of course took advantage of the opportunity. I sat and looked out at the view and had the pleasure of watching a French Bulldog play fetch with its owner, very clearly enjoying the break in the rain as well. This dog was so ecstatic and happy to be back outside, simply able to enjoy the very moment he was living in. As someone who has lately been having a hard time being able to do just that, as silly as it sounds, I found the chunky, enamored bulldog quite inspiring.

Now, a couple of hours later, I’m sitting at Alcove. I have in front of me: an oat milk cappuccino, a peanut butter and jelly cookie (!!!), and my journal. To me, this is one of my versions of playing fetch with my owner at the meadow, and I’m appreciating this moment for what it is.

xo