Maybe life in 30 years won’t be all that different. Cooking dinner in the kitchen with the people that matter the most. A little more lost, a little more gained, more wisdom, more coziness with the un-understandable, trusting that all of our tomorrows bare the same amount of mystery.
ducho
BK by the sea
Clematis
I was the dancer
sunshine
friends in Maine
makin friends
St. John’s Wort + Kira
RLN
fern bed
Lay me down in a bed of fern
Let the beetle crawl across my chest
and the dirt paint my back.
The ocean of sound adorns the canopy
stirring the trees and lulling my exhausted mind.
I am is now a distant story.