a jigsaw falling into place.

winds from the west are winds of change.
it's blustery outside, but when i licked my finger and held it up the sky, i sighed and looked eastward. maybe next week.

i'm living in twilight, the silhouettes of things i see are so much more mysterious and beautiful when they are hollowed out and dark as night. i'm not painting them black, i'm enjoying the silence.

i will be able to breathe deeper and stand wider than i can here. i can't dip my toes in an ocean but i can stand tall. i'm thinking of planning a solo trip west this summer. for a few days. just enough to buy some lemon grass and throw some stones into false creek.

we can't get what we want all the time, but sometimes what we want is exactly what we need.

come on let it out