i have heard the sound of summer in the rain. i have seen girls on boardwalks have complicated sensations. i understand their hesitations. i am a gatherer of fruit. i have seen how kisses cause euphoria. i have risked enchantment

(youngna park)

things that are nice (in between the mayhem)

the weather, colorful wool & other bursts of color, revisiting ferlinghetti, napping, holiday specials, my friends, people texting "i love you's", patsy cline & kanye's love lockdown, notes in the mail, jeannie's christmas compilation, night time- breeze- fluttering of leaves- coffee (all at the same time), eating cookies in the shape of a heart- because i can and all things pertaining to love.  O- and cole porter too.

5 senses and our memory

the other day, Kurtis, our shop guy cut a piece of walnut for me. After he shut off the band saw, he smiled and explained to me that the smell of cut walnut brought back memories of high school when he first ran the wood across the saw.  i think this is lovely. the smell of gardenias remind me of my favorite summer day in the 7th grade. i don't think this memory will ever go away.