
soak up life’s little pleasures,
they are fleeting

soak up life’s little pleasures,
they are fleeting

it was a morning filled with fog
and a blanket of silence

it was one look, but it was everything

she was a wild and tangled mass of ferocity

The more thrilling, wonderful, divine objects I behold in a day, the more expanded and immortal I become.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau

fly away my friend

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

the impending night kisses everything in a violent rush

sometimes it’s not so much what is lost,
as what can be found

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