the scent of flowering trees

Afternoon tea in a sunlit dining room. Empty but for a few tables alive with quiet-humming talk. Sitting up straight, dividing savories into twos. Sipping from a flower'd cup, tea that's been luke warm for many conversation turns.

Strolling next to dad on breezy streets shaded by towering stones. Adjusting a sweater against a twilight nip. Listening, talking. Being heard, being known.

wardrobe

My clothes hang two or three to a hanger in my closet.

Oye como va

I thought I could do it, but I can't.
Being in contact with you is too hard.
You disappointed me by not coming after me.
You are stringing me along, and I won't have it.
You cannot keep two women.
I am not a runner up.
By being ambivalent about this, you show me that you are not who I thought you were.
If you want me, you should make that clear.
I won't be in a relationship disdained in any way, by anyone.
Neither should you.

Please love and be free.

Dripping salmon-colored rose petals

My mom woke me up at 7:30 by sprinkling dripping salmon-colored rose petals on my head and shoulders.

I found some keen beige sailing shoes at Unique yesterday.

Yesterday also, I had a job interview for a graphic design/signmaker position with Whole Foods Evanston and applied for a "Travel Content Intern" position with Tribune Interactive.

Protean

Her handy journaling notebook could also be used to take notes, she thought.

Jute the dog wakes up Sno in the mornings. Sno leaves the door open for him.

Uncle Todd kite-surfs after work as the sun goes down.