Windy Warm

It's unusually warm in Connecticut.
It's only unusual because I'm stuck in pre-global warmed 1996, anticipating snow and coldness by this time of the year.

I've been terrible at keeping up with the little things. Perhaps I'm moving on to bigger things. Perhaps my imagination is more wrapped around people and ideas and landscapes and long stretches of highways...

But I still stay true to the little things, if I had a band, that would be our name.

For you today, some of my inspirators (i wish that were a real word, let's pretend):











open the gate cause you're already late,
at the end of the lane, is a glass of
lemonade, keep or the path when
you hear the laugh, in the white of her
Palm is your heart! -Beach House