“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.” — Norton Juster
Gathering in the garden’s midnight seas, dreaming of evenings under the purple sky.
The day has finally come for me to depart to the mountains of California. I’ve been anxiously awaiting this day for quite some time and I truly can’t wait to adorn myself with tattered dirty shorts, have soil embedded underneath my fingernails from gardening in the sun for the majority of the day, to explore alongside the various streams that surround the homestead, to sketch plants and ferns in the early mornings while sipping organic dark roast coffee, to play with the horses, and to have sun kissed skin. I deserve this.