Source: tolackcolour
“I spent uncounted hours sitting at the bow looking at the water and the sky, studying each wave, different from the last, seeing how it caught the light, the air, the wind; watching patterns, the sweep of it all, and letting it take me. The sea.” ― Gary Paulsen, Caught by the Sea
View from the front yard the other night.
The shadowy road may have played tricks in a nervous horse’s mind, dark branches that weren't there swaying and flickering unexpectedly across our path, but Osiris’ mind is predominantly a place of bold curiosity and so he did not shy at the lights trick but cantered on steadily.. reveling in all there was to be looked at. I’d go anywhere with you, Osiris.
Patterns that are only visible from the window of an airplane..
I climb mountains; the kind with four legs the kind that stand tall but never stay in one place.
I stumbled into a living Monet painting..
I am colourblind coffee black and egg white pull me out from inside I am ready I am ready I am taffy stuck, tongue tied stuttered shook and uptight pull me out from inside I am ready I am ready I am fine I am covered in skin no one gets to come in pull me out from inside I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding I am colourblind
// Counting Crows
Life is made up of patterns. patterns on patterns on patterns on patterns.
the tide and the shore are a constant dance.