[about] [archive] [notes] [profile] [library] [pinterest] [tumblr] [diaryland]

2011-05-08 - 2:14 p.m.

jasmine, honeysuckle, petrichor

i admire the way in which you marshal your aesthetic so unflinchingly. me, i am a desultory tangle of loose ends and unmet obligations, seams pinned but not sewn, problems with solutions wanting.

i have a broken wrist. is that an excuse? and when i went for a walk this morning, the scent of honeysuckle left me lightheaded in the rising light.

* * *

reading: the nyt magazine.
listening to: a purring kitty on the table.
working on: nothing and everything.
in the garden: my mini waxleaf hoya is blooming - tiny flowers in a featherbed - and it smells like sunscreen and summertime.

[n-1] < n < [n+1]