On a particularly pessimistic weekend brought on by PMS, she wondered when the greyish tint would be lifted. The sun was bright, air dry and warm but she couldn’t find it wonderful, the vitamin D was wasted on her milky white skin and the heat was simply just annoying. Normally this feeling would last for…
My moisturizer smells like summer. The scent fills my nose as I rest my face against my knuckles; sitting sideways on the green grandfather chair under my window. The cool breeze coming through the open window makes the sunflower on the sill sway, its head pointing in the direction of the afternoon sun as if…
“To get lost is such a tempting thing”
“And once you live a good story, you get a taste for a kind of meaning in life, and you can’t go back to being normal; you can’t go back to meaningless scenes stitched together by the forgettable thread of wasted time.” – Donald Miller
“Light fell like confetti that afternoon”
… and he said that age was just a number. It did not mean you had to grow up and mature in that instant, no my dear keep dancing in the rain or while cooking in the kitchen, use words like amazeballs and bitchin’. Hang on to your child like nature, be curious and…
“The world’s a playground. You know that when you are a kid, but somewhere along the way everyone forgets it.” – Yes Man (2008)
Maybe it’s like that first stretch in the morning. The one that starts at the centre and sends tingles to your fingers and toes as it expands. It radiates out and sometimes makes you like headed. ….you know what I mean?
“All things pass and new things follow” -Anon
I felt the cold more that day. It clung to me like wet clothes and gave me the sting of static in my fingers. But still the numbness of my nose and the rest of my body could not cover the the colour that danced inside me.