I only took three photos at home this weekend.
These three and that’s all. . .
Time at home was beautiful, rowdy, and as always . . . too short.
I woke up this morning at seven knowing that today was going to be big, good, and most of all productive. It feels better than good to have days like these because in all honesty, I think I was actually able to do more than I thought possible. I had meetings, spent a little time with Amirah, went to all my classes [*even got to watch this fantastic movie in class], went on a long walk, ran five miles and joined a running club, and saw one of the most beautiful sunsets I’ve seen in a long while.
It’s days like these where all the pretty people and sights come out and tempt the world with beauty.
Wanderer,
whisperer,
little firework, little
not-my-own, soon enough
the non-world we’ve been steering for
from the start: colorless, stripped of motion, all those
pleasures you knew so well how to give to others
gone also—pleasure,
I can hear you say, what world
was that – Carl Phillips
[Photos: Abby’s birthday dinner_Salade Nicoise//Grace Farson]
Look at ALL THAT FOOD. Love you little, chicken.