city streets are dirtied and grey ( Read more... )

i remember morning dew across the lawn in mama's arms ( Read more... )

On this beautiful day, I am taking the train from Olympia to Portland. There is potential for me to miss my flight, but I am nearly blissful as I stare at these rivers and rainforests- moss covered, sun saturated in beauty. It is so green here and I don't even mind the rain. The old barns and rolling hills are comfortably crooked. I'm listening to ( Read more... )