I woke up to gray skies melting towards a glowing dusk, the day was already old. The warm wind wakes the frozen ground and calls me down; the sea is back in my hair and the air tastes of salt and storms to come. Warm skin smells like lily of the valley and I am clean clean clean once more
Spring is beginning to come round again, at least here by the sea, now that I'm out of the mountains for a while. I'm back home for a quick vacation, of the mind and of the heart- it's surprising how much coming home can mean; how much it brings back what once was.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
fleet
The air felt like spring today, even though it’s still cold. Watching tendrils of steam curl off my shoulders still hot from the bath, cut by the breeze. The skunk was so sweet for something so smelly. It’s not worth being lonely any longer.
Labels:
life,
photography,
sea
Sunday, February 27, 2011
you could love me
Miss says I’m wasting away. I tried to explain that my stomach is full; I can’t eat. It would do no good to explain that my heart dropped down and it’s sitting there, there’s no more room for food.
It’s been since your last visit, on that leave they gave you. I didn’t know how to greet you after your last letter, but I couldn’t help but hope. I waited in the rain for you that day, I know you weren’t pleased when you saw me soaked to the skin. Your smile didn’t reach your eyes.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
swiming lessons
Returning to school in a tumble of snow and bags can be disorienting. The snow is up to my knees and sometimes the ice trips you up but you can't fall because you'd be late to class and there is no time to lose.
Luckily, I have your pretty face to distract me. Have you ever seen such beautiful eyes? I think maybe the sea got a little jealous and jumped in there herself. Not that I can blame her. If I could swim in your eyes forever, I would too.
Luckily, I have your pretty face to distract me. Have you ever seen such beautiful eyes? I think maybe the sea got a little jealous and jumped in there herself. Not that I can blame her. If I could swim in your eyes forever, I would too.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
a new year
I had a dream that the bread was burning in the fireplace. And you had used all that was left in the house to make French toast for me.
I think it was all on account of you reading that letter that was not meant for anyone to see. I know you read the whole thing, please don’t bother telling me you stopped half way. And I know you are only trying to help but please, this can’t be helped.
I don’t think I’ll look at you for the next month an a half.
Labels:
dreams,
life,
love,
photography
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