The wondering mind of a wandering existence.
(To clarify, this blog will be an outlet for: random acts of authorship, occasional Instagram posts, and photos that inspire the growth of my words, at times. Thanks for following!)
They sat amongst the early-morning shadows, those birthed by the waking sun, and listened to the heaving breath of the sea. She inhaled slowly, welcoming the morning politely into her being. He grinned slightly. Her mindfulness of everything small made him calm and thoughtful. She thought his eyes were the ocean, bluish-green and alive. He saw the waves in her hair. Dawn was breaking. Their lives were filled with tiny adventures. Brilliant brief moments, that shone bright with a golden-orange hue. The day progressed closer, as did the tide, and they explored the wet sands for tiny treasures, excited to share with each other the gifts that the surf provided.
- d. morgan lustig
Sing-song crickets steadily chirping past a sliding-glass-door.
It has been a warm start to autumn, after all.
[fragmented thoughts that could become something more?]