go forth with affection… #downtown #fergusfalls #february

mossy ocean bones stung my heart and sent me home

mossy ocean bones stung my heart and sent me home

Tug of war between ears and toes. Ground and sky. Sound and silence. Daylight. Moonlight. Either/or. I might be a fool. But I know that I’m not. And you’re not. And we both are. Fools.

Tug of war between ears and toes. Ground and sky. Sound and silence. Daylight. Moonlight. Either/or. I might be a fool. But I know that I’m not. And you’re not. And we both are. Fools.

Is your heart a field, or a neighborhood? Figure it out.

Is your heart a field, or a neighborhood? Figure it out.

someday this will just be a story.

someday this will just be a story.

Usually we are lucky anyway. For some reason. Lucky that the sun is shining so much that we need to build a fort in the backseat so we aren’t blinded by it. Tie the corner of a blanket to my side, and stick an edge through the crack in the sunroof. Experiment. Laugh when it falls down, make shadow puppets. Pretend we have disappeared from the backseat when we have finally constructed a masterpiece, our eyes relaxing towards long-drive-sleep. And then that glow of sunset that leaks through. The best memories are when we make do.

Usually we are lucky anyway. For some reason. Lucky that the sun is shining so much that we need to build a fort in the backseat so we aren’t blinded by it. Tie the corner of a blanket to my side, and stick an edge through the crack in the sunroof. Experiment. Laugh when it falls down, make shadow puppets. Pretend we have disappeared from the backseat when we have finally constructed a masterpiece, our eyes relaxing towards long-drive-sleep. And then that glow of sunset that leaks through. The best memories are when we make do.

There’s a sixth sense (but only on holidays) that makes us get up and look out the window just as a flock of trumpeter swans make their landing on the water that is not quite frozen. When someone new loses the love of a lifetime, we pass this gift on, like an heirloom, a space to hold what might have been.

There’s a sixth sense (but only on holidays) that makes us get up and look out the window just as a flock of trumpeter swans make their landing on the water that is not quite frozen. When someone new loses the love of a lifetime, we pass this gift on, like an heirloom, a space to hold what might have been.

reminder: make room for serendipity in your life.

reminder: make room for serendipity in your life.

Advice: Get stuck behind a barricade. At the Library of Congress after it closes. With a storyteller.

Advice: Get stuck behind a barricade. At the Library of Congress after it closes. With a storyteller.

An emergency ceremony to dismantle constellations. Antiques, like shooting stars! (Outside of Rothsay, an old family museum had an auction).

An emergency ceremony to dismantle constellations. Antiques, like shooting stars! (Outside of Rothsay, an old family museum had an auction).