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.
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
an autumn walk
While I am still icing my neck (don't worry, it's getting better) and limping into my novel writing, I found these old pictures on my memory card. Who doesn't love a good leaf walk?