Spring finals

This is my friend.

And this is me.

This is what we did all night:

Until 7 am.

And then again--until now.

Because it's that last paper of the year you find yourself asking over and over and over

Am I done? 

I want to be.

I don't know if I am.

Should I have more coffee?

I'm exhausted.

Yet..

Do I need:

A cup of water?

To go for a walk?

Sleep?

Read?

Cry?

hello spring

the last days of spring

breakfasts & books

the yard wakes up?

parallels of the days

tuesday. 

wednesday.

Srdce bolet, kava & pracovná.

spring please come slow, never go

watch the sun rise 

(peach-apricot blueberry with whipped cream cloud spring pie sky)

watch the night fall

(planets--or stars and street lamps)

watch the divine move slow over

abodes

spring glow

happy & home

“Our souls are worn down through continuous contact with one another.”

-Sibelius

What will you do tomorrow? What was done wrong yesterday. Did I forget something along the way? Put an end to the fret-and forget about what was and is long gone and long ahead. Stick to the moment, revel and enjoy each lasting breath. Each blink of your long spider-lashes. Each swirl of winter's icy wind, every snap snap snap the snow underfoot makes. Love everything (petite ou grande). Toujours aimer beaucoup. Surtout vous.