storms come up and trees go down,
but somehow the clouds managed to scoot out of the way,
just enough for a good sunset picture this past week.
it was unseasonably comfortable,
but now its fiercely hot again
and the only thing it seems i can write about is the weather and nature.
i guess because that's what i've been immersed in these past months.
i naturally write about the biggest things in my life,
and apparently, after looking back and my recent posts,
its nature and weather.
soon, when life settles back into the duration until its summer again,
i'm sure i'll be writing and photographing different things
(like what i used to post... sewing, my thoughts, my outfits, my music)
it's just that everything outside is so strong and overwhelms my senses.
my skin is brown like an indian,
my limbs strong from working and bicycling,
my ears are always tuned for the warbling of mourning doves,
and my hair is always away from my face because of the heat.
i want to live outside.
the house and workplace feel like a trap,
as if i am a mouse and a giant has placed a box over me to keep me from running away.
|Sunday, August 10, 2014|
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