strawberries every day
outside dinners and glasses of wine
summer rain, again and again
long evening walks, admiring lush gardens
the sweetest little ice cream truck
Lately
All posts by spanishwoods
Night
the impending night kisses everything in a violent rush
Lyrics
Now this drifter’s world goes ‘round and ‘round
And I doubt that it’s ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams I’ve lost or found
And all that I ain’t got
I still need to lean to
Somebody I can sing to
Lyrics from the song Please Come to Boston by Dave Loggins, 1974
Found
sometimes it’s not so much what is lost,
as what can be found
Lines from a non-existent novel: 2
Indifference can make you feel small, it can render you invisible, as you question the tender essence of yourself and the preservation of what used to be your young and wild spirit.
Shadows
shadows are like morning webs,
tangled in our downcast lashes and hushed lips,
at once beautiful and terrifying
Mistakes can be beautiful
camera accidents
