in anticipation of where i'm going, i'll soon forget where i've been.  days fade to night, the sun chases after the moon in a swirl of blue.  my eyes now overstimulated with endless blue skyscapes, and an unfailing array of blue pigment forming ocean.  it's no surprise i struggle to grasp the day of the week.  just the same, all calendar dates have been long dismissed.  so to remember how it all unfolds, i've decided to journal about days, venues, and amusing souls along the way.  otherwise, recalling events will be based sheerly on imagination; something that quiet often eludes to a fantastical post.  so far, i did not dream this, only lived it.  hold on.

Sunday, July 20, 2008


"slowly closing her eyes she allowed the playful breeze to summon memories overcrowded with ghosts. this place had the power to do that. the mountains, the trees, the flowers, the rivers and lakes in the distance…they were forever branded upon her soul. they defined her. with this picturesque landscape came faint, but very familiar murmurs of a time never forgotten, a home tenderly missed, a smile left behind yet hauntingly remembered." -an amazing woman. sarah cox.

1 comment:

Sarah C. said...

nice...i wrote that. :-)