Autumn Rainbow ~

violet skies.. .

& Autumn rain
{& benchtops filled with china cups!}

i distinctly remember

these winding paths{& the carving of them}

our rooms, {spaces & expanses}.. .

the way we inhabit a space becomes the joy it provides,
rooms are not made up of things,
they are made up of moments,
they are made up of us

billowing.

today i am

the wonder of her {shining}.

 

something solid, something true ~

 because we all need a solid foundation!