what the Abby saw
in september
myself wax and wane. the usu.
more park musicians (good, bad, ugly, painful) than past months
the plump-to-crispy leaf transition
so many babies. *yearns*
so many friends. *yearns*
the welcomed acceptance of a cancelled plan in the form of a subtle smirk
gays
Mt. Joy (and joyyyyy)
my psychiatrist Olivia
FINALLY the lady that walks with the cane that I hear stabbing the sidewalk up and down Pine twice a day but have never caught with my own two eyes. turns out she’s cute, short and brunette
too many political ads. I’m voting for Her
patient & hopeful sunset admirers of all ages
the grey days rolling in
The Sixth Sense for the first time
freaking specks of dust and debris everywhere. Fluoxetine? hello? helllllo?
my closet in a new light (thank god. save ma moneys)
art in the form of naked me
the beauty of a community and the wholeness of belonging
my love for Bon Iver grow (shockingly possible)
not calories nor macros
my dad really, really excited
many a plum & stone fruit
leopard return but not like Snookie
anonymous chalk-on-brick drawings of peace signs and rainbows. aka, reminders of inner, past & always, me
another Irish Setter!!
a star in the making (Zinadelphia) (per Kate)
a tired, still, slowly-breathing, recovering, beautiful beach
the loveliness and not loneliness of bookworming
old, proud painters who never gave up
Jake in slippers (been waiting for that for 8 years)
my future clearer and clearer by the day (or, at least, the promise in it)
my brothers grow
too many of those giant skeletons
a semi-sweet choc stain dissolve before my eyes. due to this
tall boots on my feet again
a flea
