Watching the stars scattered across the velvet black sky, so big and so still it almost seems like I'm looking at a photograph until suddenly a dim streak betrays my vision, making me wonder whether or not I even saw it to begin with.
The feel of fishing line, the slight twinge right before a good fish strikes.
The way a white featureless sky in rainy November brings back fond memories.
The evening sun on that rare day that the west begins to clear while the east is heavy laden with rainclouds- everything is highlighted with sun in such a way that one can almost believe the world really is on fire.
Being drunk at Vizcaya and watching the hayfield roll like a giant green ocean flecked with phlox blossoms.
Piano keys beneath my fingers after a long day at work.
The feel of fishing line, the slight twinge right before a good fish strikes.
The way a white featureless sky in rainy November brings back fond memories.
The evening sun on that rare day that the west begins to clear while the east is heavy laden with rainclouds- everything is highlighted with sun in such a way that one can almost believe the world really is on fire.
Being drunk at Vizcaya and watching the hayfield roll like a giant green ocean flecked with phlox blossoms.
Piano keys beneath my fingers after a long day at work.
