I believe in warm air. warm hearts. and warm coffee. Love like all arts, is quite useless. It is the useless things that make life worth living, and that makes life dangerous, too. Wine, love, art, beauty. Without them, life is safe, but not worth bothering with.
The weather is making my bones cold. Fall is here, so are the deep browns, and vivid yellows, and oranges that paint the hills, and prairies. Fall and spring are the loveliest times of the year for anyone who loves colors. And me, I love colors.
I find it amusing how the fall is my season of reflection. Every Autumn, I think of how I am different person from the last. I think of how I've changed with the seasons. How my eyes have grown brighter in some lights, and darker in others. This fall, I'm on a balloon, and I'm swimming across the sky. It's lovely. It's magic. I'm the lucky one.
In recent days, I have had a constant craving. There are the people who crave chocolate, some who crave change, I crave exploration. I want to run with the wind as fast as I can, I want to swim with a wave until I get lost, I want to be everywhere, anywhere. Tell me, what do you do when you need an adventure?
Before, I leave you, I want to mention a friend. He's a squirrel. He visits me when I sit by my window. He doesn't talk, I'm not crazy, but he listens. Sometimes all you need is for someone, something, to hear you, to listen. My squirrel, he's majestic, and I feel good vibes when he's near. I hope I can be that squirrel for someone.
I think now that being free is not being powerful or rich or well regarded or without obligation but being able to love. To love someone else enough to forget about yourself even for one moment is to be free.
I am free. I am free. I am free.
love the west, the south, the north, the east.