I pretend that I breathe in beautiful sights with my eyes... That sounds so weird - I get that. I've kept it to myself until now. Since I was little I would try to inhale as much of the sight as I could in hopes that it would be stuck in my memory banks forever. I think it works. I remember sights vividly and with geat detail.
Our landscapes have been overwhelmingly beautiful around here... the hoar frost, the floating snow, the glittering ice... It's hard to deny that winter is a beautiful, beautiful season. My favourite. A couple of months ago I stood on the shore of the Hudson Bay and breathed in beauty I find hard to describe, but impossible to forget.
Today: I am rocking around with a coffee in hand to get all the things we need for our short trip south. I am looking forward to seeing some familiar tropical sights and faces. I'm looking forward to taking it all in, enjoying the excitement of the girl tribe and breathing with my eyes.
(I will be posting on the road, but there will be a short delay in shipping from the ARTshop.)