05 August 2018


a new nest in the trees. baby boy cranes his neck in a backwards curve, birdlike, to take in the forest, wide blue eyes wild with wonder here. it smells like christmas on july mornings. windows aplenty and bright, and a porch for drinking coffee. when we first found her i saw them instantly, the other children bounding down the stairs in a funny wavy-haired tumble, saw their names so clearly like etched in sand, so many curving l's and o's and e's and u's. less like dreaming and more like touching, now.

there is so much i want to share -- and soon.

1 comment:

  1. I love the way you dream, how they're more than dreams to you. You create a future with your dreams. I also love your new treehouse home and am excited to see what else you're going to share 💘