Hammock Stone

Sun setting over hills, clouds rolling in through twilight, dark sliding over trees, earth smelling of night. 

Listen

In every house, the sounds are different. This one: The tick-tock of the kitchen clock, the low hums of the refrigerator and the fan on my computer, the click of the coffee pot cooling down. At certain times of day, kids shouting to one another from their bicycles on the way home from school. Just enough sound to make the quiet peaceful rather than deafening.

•delay•

Stuck in Arizona, and loving it a little. When they sleep, it is heaven, no matter where. xox

•thirty-one•

It is like a bonus, the thirty-first day. Suddenly, no more fog. Blinding sun. Raging blue, and lacy wisps of cloud to prove the Earth hasn’t stopped in its tracks. Oh, wow. We are never still.