Notes from an early spring morning: I look out the window and see a family of birds rummaging for breakfast on a blanket of dewey grass. There's a robin with her mate, flying in circles midair, gracefully embracing their lovers dance. A cardinal lands on the arm of a tree, unconcerned with his surroundings, content with himself and the rays of light warming his wings. Three doves peck and scavenge through soil, one keeps her distance from the other two, perhaps she has lost h
Do you ever think about the energy of a space? How it's not only the people who inhabit a room or a home that bring it life? Take, for instance, my current writing view. I'm sitting in my living room and to my right is the front door. On the back of the door is a coat hanger with a collection of my boyfriend and I's jackets, hats, umbrellas, and bags. On the floor to the left of the door is my boyfriend's brown, leather shoes. Underneath them is a small, reversible area rug.
I write to you today from a noisy apartment living room couch; one with the windows open and a clamoring of sounds crashing against the wind. I live on a busy street, something I never imagined doing as I love waking up to a quiet sun, cheerful birds and newly risen insects - never car engines, horns beeping or trucks racing. But...here I am, and I like it here. There are large trees that camouflage the busy road from my second story apartment, which definitely helps the aest