It's days like these in the latter half of November, that I think of the things that I never used to know, but now do. And I feel a mixture of nostalgia and newness in a sweet little ceramic bowl of thoughts for tasting.

Though it's beautifully cold outside, my heart is warm with community. With sharing stories and sharing ourselves with each other. A little less distance between, a little more alive inside of us.

I had a friend over and it grew dark, and we turned the heater up, and pulled blankets up close, and we watched a favorite film of mine. And these lines struck me in the loveliest way...

"I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me, but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but... who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt." - Before Sunrise

And in case you had any doubt for any reason at all, I am thankful for you.

iphone, pudding cam  | gratitudinous
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 24/29 | Twenty-Nine Days Challenge

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redly, madly, deeply

colors present themselves.  in phases, in seasons and narrations, in memories and expressions and sensations.  march seems red to me.

on this third day of march, i am thinking that it would be nice to fit strawberries atop vanilla frozen yogurt and polka dotted patterns into my day.  i would go so far as to say, replace my day with such things.  i would rather be back on that day in august when my friend came to visit and we spent the afternoon away eating pasta, stilling the world with photographs, cooling the summer with frozen sweets, and finding a touch of simplicity and refreshment.  simplicity like abandoned capital letters. (one must take the simple where it rests)

it is an adequate wish.  only a wish, as there will be no reproducing of wonders. but we can find new ones.

"one must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste."                            

~ johann wolfgang von goethe

{taken by b. a. s. on a lightly day in august}