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.
Saturday, September 03, 2011
Unity: I don't see it yet.
Megan: You have to be patient. Like an scientist.
Unity: I be an artist.
Megan: You can be both. Like me.
Unity: An artist and a scientist?
Megan: That's right.