I'm having another one of those days where everything seems beautiful and I'm soppily in love with the world.
the shapes of cirrus clouds are stunning
and the cold, straight line of a slightly rusting lamppost
and the wind tangling my hair seems affectionate rather than annoying
and the light bouncing off the cold, dark grey asphalt of the parking garage floor lights up every white California license plate with its own inner glow.
the shapes of cirrus clouds are stunning
and the cold, straight line of a slightly rusting lamppost
and the wind tangling my hair seems affectionate rather than annoying
and the light bouncing off the cold, dark grey asphalt of the parking garage floor lights up every white California license plate with its own inner glow.