My man, meadows

The sea side is far from here. The meadows sway in their own faint little tunes. This grain matches my mustard color sweater. I like the color of the sun; the way the light reflects across the sky in beams and touches my sweater. If you were to look closely into my eyes, you’d see

The hazy blue world in Europe

She was a blonde high-school classmate who wanted to become a missionary one day. On the bus ride home, she told me about a time when someone she knew got into a car accident and almost became decapitated, or was decapitated. I eventually learned what that meant. Those days were cold and grey from what

Yesterday and today

Just yesterday I was staring at the plants, blinking, with a cup of tea in my hands and here I am today rolling down the hills laughing.

Beauty uncut

beauty when styled, beauty when let go. It’s beautiful nonetheless. &D