I want to be soft and gentle and kindhearted and warm and loving and have open ears and an open heart and have people know that I care about them and I’ll listen to them
a 12th century monastic scribe drawing dragons and creatures in the margins while laying on his stomach with his feet kicking in the air like a middle school girl
the little dry leaves swirling around in a circle on the pavement look so happy
the breeze has stopped so they’re having a nap now. all tuckered out from playing






