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


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:

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