6.03.2013

each of them means a different thing




“There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing.
There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest,
and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city.
There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same.
There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt."
 ― Beryl Markham, West with the Night

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my sister at Mokka Cafe. one of my fav photos of her.

ive been super, super busy. but some things are coming up to look forward to.
a group of ten of us leave this weekend for a tropical vacation.
and when i return, i visit nyc.

i often (like clockwork) feel a need to escape to refuel.
how i love my city. but how i love to leave it and come back.

a getaway - time and space - to become normal again.
and i know i need that refueling right about now.

i just want it all to begin now. like this instant!

p.s watching this. makes me want to go to LA again.

1 comment:

  1. your blog is a beautiful dream, so happy to have found you
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