Tuesday, August 3

figs & fireflys


"Elizabeth awoke the next morning to the same thoughts and meditations which had at length closed her eyes."


As I took my evening stroll, the bats danced over head and a firefly landed on my shirtfront and glowed there like a brooch. The dog pulled my arm at her leash and pink clouds chased themselves against the denim sky scattered with occasional stars. I saw cats in the windows on every block, and came home to settle on the couch and continue reading, while listening to this.



*from book above