Tuesday, February 18, 2014


"The fog when it sneaks in off the lake, and little drops of dew lightly pop and stir the winter leaves at the base of the oaks..."

sometimes waking up to a 2:14am text is pretty darn sweet. 

1 comment:

  1. That southern rain, no... that Gulf Coast rain that comes across the marsh and white beaches, all spelling the end of winter. The marsh grass is brown and who knows what survived in the gardens. What doesn't change, what never changes is the water. The emeralds of the coast or the browns of the marsh, the water is what we have to trust.