I pace the corners of my mind like an alchemist studying every ingredient to find the perfect recipe for transformation.
I read this quote:
Honey and wildfire are both the color gold.
and it feels like a clue to something burning inside.
Perhaps a litmus test for the depth of a friendship should be whether or not they encourage you to nap when you want to.
Her and I, we go way back.
The sea gulls fly past the window, calling shrilly like an alarm sounding action. I envy their freedom.
The sinking sun sharpens the branches of a cedar tree. They are sewing needles, poised to stitch a tapestry, as river-scented wind ripples across the fading sky.
I wake up in a house of light. A capsule of a moment, imagination run wild.
Adventure is calling me.