Don't want to get out of bed where it's still cool. I pull the curtain so Willow can watch for squirrels. Yet I lay still, thinking, dreaming, wanting, waiting...for things I can't yet know. But the summer heat is creeping in, forcing me out of the covers, my feet to the hard wood.
I had no idea you write so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteand I am enjoying your photography a lot...great eye Sarah!