" when the time comes around "


new variations on old themes. the smell of the pacific ocean as it hits the coast; the waft and chemical composition always bright, salty, fresh, and invigorating.

i find myself back in my childhood home, and it is as brilliant as it is overwhelmingly nostalgic. you can definitely feel time shifting; the screws tighten, but the pressure is released.

the body eases, the spine softens, and the world goes watercolor.

think of the best sensation, the most eloquent poem become a breeze through your soul. apply it to your everyday, and lean into this breeze. let it become you, and you become it.

then move forward with new eyes, and focused direction.

tonight's homework:

nostalgia, and ice cream.