there are days… times… when we need even beauty to be soft with us. to hold us gently and quietly. whisper to us tenderly.
today is one of those days for me. i want to be enveloped and held and nurtured. but in the way an afternoon nap feels.
when the air is cool
and the sun plays with the shadows of window blinds
across the walls in patterns that make me think
of palm trees and the whirring blades of a bamboo ceiling fan
as hemingway sits in a cafe on a hot day
writing
lost to the world outside the one that falls on his paper
