Sunday, October 25, 2015
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Undecided
Dreamt last night you were high above a primeval forest, reclining on the shoulder of a giant, ape-like creature covered in white hair and unmoving save the slightest sparkle in its eye, and it's hair moving in the breeze.
It was perhaps Spring, but with a late, wet snow crested upon fallen logs and tree branches, like thick butter icing on cakes, and the delicate, radiant green of new buds peeking through, mixed in with shadowy branches and light reflected from translucent pools dotting the landscape behind.
A light mist hovered near the peaty ground, and I am now reminded of a photo I once took outside Dekalb, IL.
What this has to do with the price of tea in China I have no idea.
You decide.
It was perhaps Spring, but with a late, wet snow crested upon fallen logs and tree branches, like thick butter icing on cakes, and the delicate, radiant green of new buds peeking through, mixed in with shadowy branches and light reflected from translucent pools dotting the landscape behind.
A light mist hovered near the peaty ground, and I am now reminded of a photo I once took outside Dekalb, IL.
What this has to do with the price of tea in China I have no idea.
You decide.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Sunday, October 04, 2015
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