Good morning if it's morning, Good evening if it's dark,
The snowy world is bright like a moon beam. All of our grass has turned into cotton, and every hill has turned into frozen water. One of these nights - I want to lay in the yard, belly bundled in blankets, and I want to think about the stars. When I am surrounded by the skies at night, I can't help but give rise to happiness.
I am in love with the sounds of December. The quiet drum of snow petals falling. The howling wind that sounds like breath in the moonlight. The utter silence frisking through the air. If you want to free yourself, from every inch of melancholy, from desire, from dust, from the drag, then I advise wandering through the Winter at night. When I catch the soft clouds of my own exhalation - I am detached from any illusion. Life is beautiful, even if we sometimes fail to see it.
A few weeks ago, I went for local wandering & shopping with my friend Ashley. Ashley, the girl who's heart is as soft as a petal. We found ourselves giving voice to friendliness, personal tales, and lots of grinning. We wandered the mall, bought presents for our own companions, sipped fruit smoothies, and took photographs. Ashley is a blogger too, that's how we found each other. You can see her blog here We're hoping to create a monthly blog post; documenting our adventures together.
After wandering past the mall's carousel, we searched for food court treats.