the key

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Home, imagined, comes to be. It is real, realer than any other place, but you can’t get to it unless your people show you how to imagine it  – whoever your people are. They may not be your relatives. They may never have spoken your language. They may have been dead for a thousand years. They may be nothing but words printed on paper, ghosts of voices, shadows of minds. But they can guide you home.”

 

~ Ursula K. Le Guin

 

 

 

 

 

ripening

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the heat stifles
flowers wilt
fruit ripens
(as do I)

 

 August is approaching

 

 

 

 

 

the way home

 

 

 

 

“The house was quiet and the night was calm”

~ Wallace Stevens

 

 

 

about last night

 

 

 

 

I prefer the messiness of real life

 

 

 

wallflowers

 

 

 

 

 

“He’s a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.”

~ Stephen Chbosky