Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
how Seattlites deal with the "heat"
I know, I know. The rest of you are dashing for the air conditioning, and dunking your heads in the lake and whatever else you do where it's really hot. But in Seattle, where summer is lightly 80s, we put washcloths on our heads and go to the beach.