RIP David Hockney. You taught me that eternity is the present moment which is now.
After a big storm rushed through, the first fireflies of the season are out and flashing. And now suddenly, it is a beautiful evening.
Utterly delighted by this unexpected poem this morning.
Sandra Cisneros, How to Grow Old
Thursday sighting / local boss unit
I got caught in a sudden rain shower but due to the hot and heavy day, the cool wind was so refreshing and the cold raindrops running over my arms felt amazing. Summer has unexpected joys.
While I was eating breakfast this morning, Chumbles showed up, thought about it, and settled in and ate his kibble too. There was something so peculiarly sweet about this that I'm thinking about not giving him back (just kidding but still)