summer

from my journal in 2010

there is something so sweet and magical about the summertime.  it's like a kiss on the cheek: unexpected, soft and lingering.  defining moments of our youth.

5.4.12

the dream house

A sprawling yard of lush, green grass, flowerbeds overflowing with blossoms and a slow trickle from a stone fountain appear before me.  Large ancient trees shade the side of the house and I walk up the brick pathway welcomed by a white wood wrap around porch with natural colored wicker furniture…big comfy fabric cushions and a screened off section.

The main floor has a modest foyer, a beautiful woven rug and huge mirror with a vaulted ceiling directing the eye to follow the linearity of the staircase.  The upstairs landing is open looking out over the family room on the back side of the house.  Large windows let light stream in, natural colored furniture with pops of bright colored accents.

The kitchen is modern, clean lines, open space, natural wood, stainless steel appliances.

The hallways have shelves full of trinkets, photographs and travel souvenirs.   There is a study with a winding staircase to a cupola with a library and a sliding ladder along tall bookcases full of novels and books of all kinds.

{was just thinking about this the other night with a friend…I feel like I could go on and on in every detail possible…these just come to mind}

nothing to worry about

in my head

cars zoom by and i stand there unsure and afraid.  will you be happy or will you be angry, upset and hurt to see me? will your eyes fill with tears and will you sweep me up in a warm embrace or will you turn away coldly and look straight through me?  you turn around the street corner and the unfamiliar sights and sounds fade into an extremely loud silence as i become innately aware of the thousands of thoughts physically flowing through my mind.  memories rush back and we lock eyes.

"and in that moment, i swear we were infinite" if only for a second.