Home.
Dew on the car bonnet
and falling leaves.
Listening to
the songs of sugar man
and loving the way his words
soak into my lyrical pores.
Realising I'm home less than a week and
my pumpkin spice coffee is almost finished.
( Four bags ! )
California still clinging to my skin
and I'm not willing to shake it off,
no ~
not just yet.
Memories ,
beautiful
precious
and in my heart
the man whose smile still makes me go loopy.
My travel journal lies open on my bed
and in my heart
somehow,
I know
that all endings are only beginnings
That last sentence is so, so true.
ReplyDeleteI love every single picture, and every single word xxx
Thank you my darling! It was great catching up with your blog
ReplyDelete( which is as darling as ever I'll have you know :)
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Anna
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