sunlight

precisely at 3pm in the afternoon the sun swings around the sky and directly into our bedroom window. and precisely at 3pm raphael and i, like two grown cats, curled into an afternoon nap. as we fell, swooned by the crimson comforter and fleece sheets, we fell in perfect parallel with the Canadian's sun glorious beams. laying in their heated embrace i felt wonderfully small and protected. we both stared at the dancing dust particles now caught in motion, finally visible, in the infinite, yet fleeting, light source. as a child unfamiliar with the molecular, minutest world, i thought these dust particles were atoms, and i thought myself privileged to witness the cosmic chaos and its organized randomness right here in my bedroom. they twirl, they bump, they cartwheel and join, they fall and embrace, and some they explode, but never lost to the energetic world. i stared into its golden tunnel and raphael, transfixed as well, told of his similar childhood hobby. entranced, we watched as the sunlight lit up an invisible world and delighted in its orchestration we fell into a wonderful slumber.

decision #3,786

i will never-not-ever move back to the city.

waltzing with the open sea

under various camera directions raphael ended up stiking this pose - perfectly poised and utterly blue, a great companion to this glorious open pacific.

lightness

There is a light seed grain inside.

You fill it with yourself, or it dies.

I'm caught in this curling energy! Your hair!

Whoever's calm and sensible is insane!

china fly

run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings...
Hafiz

Is it possible to befriend a person you once were but now seem to have lost? I asked Raphael yesterday to tell me three things he liked to do when he was little.

1. Suck my thumb

2. Touch soft things

3.Whack Dandelions with a stick (obviously a boy).

He then asked the question in return.

Oh I loved everything.

I. Making sand cakes at the beach

2. Dancing around the house

3. Reading picture books

4. Dumping my 64 crayola crayons on the floor

5. Pretending the living room was swamped with alligators and strategically getting to the couch without being eaten

6. Showtunes

I miss her and I want her back.