twenty4. seattle. medium tall. thinker, dreamer. writing & photography hobbyist. believes in heaven and the living God. can be found on beaches, museums, playgrounds, malls, markets,... but mostly at home. expert bargain hunter, excellent secret-keeper, movie fanatic, tv show addict, & food devourer. sometimes a bad friend, but a good listener. iced vanilla lattes. frank lloyd wright. dr seuss. serious sweet-tooth: cotton candy & haribo-anything. big city girl stuck in a small city world. always wants to make sense of the things that don't make sense. flawed to the core but she is loved. the 1 corinthians 13 kind of love.
Morning Acoustics
I find that I tend to listen better in the morning, probably because it is one of the only times in the day that I am completely alone. I get ready in silence, I hear “going down!” as I hit the elevator button, the low hum of the garage fan, the car door closing and the engine starting, gate opening clickclickclickclick… traffic, wind, computer keys clicking, a yawn,…
Sigh. The sun actually woke up with me today and I enjoyed its company on the way to work. I hope he enjoyed our morning date and will come out again tomorrow. I’m scared that I’m interested in him more than he is in me. Oh, Seattle.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
