smiles

...on a folding chair in the middle

of a park in seattle where the sun

is too bright and we

are laughing too hard...

like this

i have been in a funk lately - why does september always do this to me?

the climate of new beginnings draws out the old, precious things in life that make security so temporary. like school supplies. and the end of summer. and the way things change colors.

it's kinda like i've been through a wind storm but everything is still, more or less, in one piece.