how could i have known that i would dream of you night after night?
Earth, Wind and Fire
(the group–because Boogie Wonderland–but also…)
and raging fires
I will be taking a blog break and will see you again sometime next week.
Be safe and enjoy the late summer days.
See you soon friends.
insects that look like green leaves
dreams that hang about like languid strings
soap that smell like sweet roses
laughter that soars like paper airplanes
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
white satin moths fly through early morning fog
as i sit on the side porch in the hushed silence,
with my coffee and thoreau
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