I drove home through a cloud this morning,
and the mist made the trees looks alive and ominous.
Their leafy claws stretched out,
leaping in the wind like a hunted stag.
This is my faraway sister, Ashley.
She will be at my house in about a week.
I miss her so, my heart longs for a sushi date together.
I wonder if there are many readers who have ever turned the pages of a manuscript while the author snores in the same room. I wanted to see this one for myself. Your voice was almost too much this time. I think your prose is getting to be all the theater your characters can withstand. I have so…
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I don’t usually fix my hair; usually it just kind of sits there, looking a complete mess.
But I think I’m going to challenge myself to attempt a new hairstyle everyday.
Today - the ‘side braid.’
Sometimes, I think I’m the only one who could truly tame you.
But like yours, my heart runs too wild.
(Source: tastemybraincandy, via audreynoellecarr)
I’m still so impressed by the Virginian sunrise. It’s like a blazing sky, pouring down torrents of light. Or a cerulean-colored sea streaked here and there with tints of deepest orange. As a shimmer of golden sun shakes through the trees, it is a dazzling completeness of beauty.
I never want to let it slip into the scenery and loose my appreciation of it’s wonder.