Tag Archives: small stone

Waiting all day ~ the promised storm gives just a bit of rain.

Waiting for the storm the milk turns into yogurt.

This idea of soul swirling reaching has me giddy.

All day long waiting for the end to begin the weekend.

The party is over ~ the balloons and I are both deflated.

Blood moon hidden in clouds and the Earth’s shadow.

Storming all day ~ after the rain the sky’s apology is pink.

Once again the cycles spin and I struggle to give a damn.

Waiting for hours ~ only to pour bad yogurt down the drain.

The Kingdom of Kush dreaming of date palms and golden mystery.