I woke with  sizzling smells of Africa. This happens (less and less now) for months following this trip, my nose woke me… more so than my dreams… this wasn’t a dream. I would wake, sit up in the dark… and breathe deep. “Hello.” “Don’t forget.”Night smiles. My nose would never allow it… that lil’ nose of mind trickles it’s memories to my mind, body.. soul. I have been away from my loves for two weeks, my man, my home… my northern California. This first morning I wake in my own bed, i’m drenched in memories, faces, textures, and colors of mamma Africa. I have posted some of these in my days after I returned… but today I live in the past…. and feel damn good about it. Nostalgia. Yes. Indeed. My skin has yet to accept defeat in finding a new shade of pale.. white.. translucent all together. Amazing. I can almost see through me. Dreaming of Africa this monday…. and wishing you all a beautiful week, a painless monday, and some glorious sun. 

xx love and more love, Amy