back to the sketch book...keeping all the memories of green fields and forests in my back pocket, close to my hands so i can grab on if i need to escape to quiet spot, as the comfort cover of summer slowly falls away around me.
salt on the road.
wondering wanderer.
i may have finally discovered the XX.
in the event of a longing heart, throw a party!
it did!
lush dreams left at the edge of the bed...caught under pillows and sheets.
