catching winks and tambourines,

Hello wakeful wanders, and babies sawing wood.  The weekend has burrowed itself onto the horizon. Our sun smooches the shrubbery's bark, and the garden's bearing pea pods.   Tonight, I will lick empty glasses of whiskey, and shake my tambourine.

The past week has bloomed with midday sleep ins, and midnight wakefulness.    During the common months, I'd fall forty winks by Midnight, legs wooing for dormancy, eyes splitting into water drops.  During the Summer, unequaled skies embellish our spines.  The summer months bring whistles, and wide-eyed moon hours.  
During the nights, I stretch past 2:30, bowing to the star light, sweeping to the tastes of cookies and spirited belly laughs.  Humming tunes....

As I go to sleep, I think of every south bound highway. I think of all the breads we've turned into companions,  of all the bees we've poured into honey, of all the softwood we've made into threads, of all the petals we've pressed into palms.  We drift from the morning air until the yellow sequins turn into shadows. At the end of the day, we begin again.


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Love, and Rest xx

what i wore

dress- Value Village $6
sweater- Free People from the Bay $100
hat- Value Village $5
wedges- Aldo $45

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