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yuletide sunrise.

yuletide sunrise.

yawning skies stretch, and underneath the blankets of clouds, a lazy sun rises over snow crested peaks eager light reaching for tired eyes and cold bodies, illuminating darkened window panes and dripping down tree limbs until every surface is bathed in warmth –...
mornings can be magic.

mornings can be magic.

sunrise paints the sky with a breath of poetry, all cantaloupe and mint and the same misty morning blue that lives in your eyes we speak in silent languages, in wisps and wants, in feathery clouds that flutter gently against your skin, in silent pictures etched across...
sunrise.

sunrise.

i stood beneath a shivering sunset, wrapped in the soft brutality of its fading light i listened to the night life heralding the coming stars, and i remembered all the wishes we’d made from cold balconies on lonely evenings, all the promises that were whispered even...

sunset to sunrise.

i stood beneath a shivering sunset, wrapped in the soft brutality of its fading light i listened to the night life heralding the coming stars, and i remembered all the wishes we’d made from cold balconies on lonely evenings, all the promises that were whispered even...
Namaste

Namaste

There is something true about the sun, something honest in the way it rises and sets, as if it knows we need a little light to guide us, but also understands that we’re a little dark too I remember in college, on those early mornings after nights I...