I still occasionally find myself crawling out of my chair in my office and lying on the floor, staring up at the white popcorn ceiling, yellowed by the soft light of my lamps, getting lost in the sea of texture, and losing any momentum I had previously gathered.
The leafless skeleton of a cherry tree, yet to show any blossoms, stood rigid at the corner of the barn.
Amber and I both believe our relationship should be a partnership, and we both have a desire to provide for ourselves independently, as well as helping each other and providing for the household as a whole together.
The wind rushed through his hair and kissed his scalp, his legs churned, his arms reached toward the sun, and his eyes were locked forward as the water closed in on his vision—
I often feel unsatisfied with my current pay (who isn’t?!), or the house we live in, or a multitude of other trivial things, and I forget to appreciate what’s in front of me, how fortunate I actually am, and appreciating life happening every day.
Nonetheless, I’m personally ready for fall after a long and dry summer, and I look forward to more rain in the forecast. Let’s try to keep snow off the Palouse until November though, if possible.
The outer walls of the barn were a faded and chipped pink; the original coat of vibrant red paint had long since decayed. The white trim hardly held as well, the sunbaked boards naked and exposed.