fuzzy bees and spikey petals
blue feathers on the forest floor
yawns and naps and cold, sweet tea
seashells in a garden
and just like that,
hearts turn to stone
10 to 30 days are lived in the moment, by the minute–
until the end of time
photo by Guinevere Stearns
she was enough
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