February 2012
7 posts
January 2012
69 posts
Visions of ourselves find vigor in the calm of fresh air and fall colors. Enlivened senses stir us from our hiding spots — inadequate havens in which we shelter ourselves from the malaise of ceaseless motion. Our everyday has left us haggard and barely breathing beneath an ever-growing layer of self-doubt. But we emerge.
When the world outside has become still, and our eyelids are not...
in love with the frenchies.
life is a journey. enjoy.
running so far ahead just to get back to the end.