Kiting Day
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...

There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy of the breath of Luna as it crests and rolls and crashes at the shore, the ripples that speak as the breeze dances across the surface, the feathery kisses of the water as it laps against my legs, it is all so soothing and relaxing, the endless sky of summer wrapping the world in blue.
It feels like home.
I don't really know why I call this one Precious, it's just the word that comes to me when I look at it.
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...
Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, ...