nothing.

Chelan... again.

Sun Chaser. Beach Baby. Wild Heart. Free Soul. 

Pablo Neruda

“I love you as the plant that never blooms 
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; 
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrence 
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. 

and: 

No one can stop the river of your hands, 
your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest. 
You are the trembling of time, which passes 
between the vertical light and the darkening sky. 

and: 

From the stormy archipelagoes I brought 
my windy accordian, waves of crazy rain, 
the habitual slowness of natural things: 
they made up my wild heart.” 

T'was indeed, the happiest of birthdays. 

Happy day.

Happy Birthday to me! 

  

I already have more than I could wish for. 

Positive this is going to be the best year yet. 

somethin' sweet.

life is beautiful.