First day of rain. Monday off. Woke up. Wide eyed and ready for nothing. 5am. Kissed my love. Crept out of bed… tip of the toe-ing down the steel spiral case. Sheer gown and boots, collecting kindling in that first rain stench of heaven. Kettle on… wood speaking that perfect hiss, pop, sizzle. Exhaling every breath deeply, naturally. James, Carly, Crosby and Nash. Dylan was here too… usually is… speaking his reasons of rhymes unobtrusively… “A person is a success if they get up in the morning and gets to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.”Rockin’ slow on our little creaky rocker. Today… today I am thoroughly content with stillness and ease. Happy Monday to you all.



via sisters of the black moon

Xx love from San Francisco