We have been swimming and smoking many cigarettes. The wind is strong, but a welcome distraction from the sun that beats us with her hot rays...
Last night I dreamed about peanut butter! What on earth does that signify?
The lake has been blue blue with the layers of mountains behind...as Heather and I discussed yesterday, it is a different kind of beauty from the ocean, but no less stunning.
On Thursday, I am moving to Monroe street, which is far better neighborhood than the one in which I currently reside. Fall is certainly in the air. At night, the crispness startles us with its harsh contrast from the summer heat during the day. I can't wait for the trees to turn and the flowers to change...oh, fall! How I love your flaming colors!
I've been listening to an amazing amount of Hip-Hop recently. Tribe Called Quest, The Roots, DJ Bassnectar, Talib Kweli...not really my usual picks but I would be lying if I said the stuff hasn't been doing me so right. Also, I woke up this morning to the neighbors playing some lovely blues...a pleasant way to awaken as the morning light streams through the open window...Love,
Willow~
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