we go outside.
this weekend the sun decided to burst through the clouds, after piles of piles of rain. The sound of the soil still soaking up the wet is a sound so curious to me... I found myself giggling.
Spring is not here... yet,
but it is on its way.
this weekend was a sip of what is to come....
and I looked to the sky,
and took in a deep breath.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.~ Henry Miller