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there's a beautiful spiderweb outside my window and i think about how the spider probably has no idea what she is creating as she weaves her fluid-like strands around and across. to her, this is necessary, a way to catch her next meal; to me, a gift, to look out and see something so intricate, yet strong.
pink and white flowers are budding on the trees. i don't know what they're called, but they look like stargazer lilies: angels have fallen on these branches. i want to take pictures but i don't think i can capture this.
and in special methods we watched baraka, a movie without words (i am hoping to own it someday). nature around the globe is given sound, but not speech. there are drums as cameras catch africa off guard, then the ocean, the desert, the sky. i could easily lose myself in this for two hours. i could live like this, in constant appreciation (as long as i never forget).
...yesterday we were talking about how i used to want a mustang, but the truth is i'd rather walk through the grass in my bare feet, holding hands with someone i love than speed around town in bucket seats.
pink and white flowers are budding on the trees. i don't know what they're called, but they look like stargazer lilies: angels have fallen on these branches. i want to take pictures but i don't think i can capture this.
and in special methods we watched baraka, a movie without words (i am hoping to own it someday). nature around the globe is given sound, but not speech. there are drums as cameras catch africa off guard, then the ocean, the desert, the sky. i could easily lose myself in this for two hours. i could live like this, in constant appreciation (as long as i never forget).
...yesterday we were talking about how i used to want a mustang, but the truth is i'd rather walk through the grass in my bare feet, holding hands with someone i love than speed around town in bucket seats.