And Then There Are Days...

5.13.2009

...when all I can think of is being tucked away in some small little clapboard house that is standing tall and alone along the water's edge somewhere where all I can see is grey and surf and stone. I will feel the mist of water when outside and be able to breathe deep, even and measured breathes. Breathes that I will not have to think about taking. The only curtains that will hang will be those that are sheer and they won't even hang at all but blow in and out, acting as a partner with the dancing gusts of wind. The house will be painted white and the wood will be peeling and I will be happy to leave it just as it is, nothing more and nothing less. Let them weather and have a turn at taking the sun and wind, the rain...and the snow of a very long and hard winter. Let them keep me warm and safe and then open themselves up when the time, it is ready.

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Audrey said...

feels like you got inside my head and took a little peek around...

you'll definitely like this then:
http://scoutandjem.typepad.com/scout/2009/02/to-the-sea.html

vic said...

Beautifully written.

Nat said...

Love your writting!!!

Marie Levite said...

Beautiful. Can I come?

Barbara said...

Can I move in with you?????!!