Some days, a girl is inclined to sit and think of all the things she's not. All the things she hasn't done. The things she isn't yet.
And then some days, she lets them all fly out the window. Floating into the crisp air and warm sunshine. Thinks of how she can be cooled and warmed all at once. Yearning and satisfied, too.
She reflects. And dreams. Feet on the ground, but head swirling high in the heavenlies.
Where she's enough.
Because He says she is.