windowsill

there are some days where vancouver really feels like home.

today is one of those days.

the sky is grey, raining onto all the green. the mist is just blanketing us with a fine water. as if the earth wants to wash us because we are so dirty from these recent dry beach days.

listening to aaron read with my window open. a slight breeze and the pitter patter of water on leaves.

good morning.

i feel complete.



me with the tree i grew by accident in an apple juice bottle.