watching the storm slowly roll in over the lake, the lightning flash and illuminate the sky, crack, thunder. staring into the abyss of swirling clouds, and the lake begin to swell with waves. suddenly the sky becomes black, and then running away from the storm almost carried by the force of wind over yards and yards boulders screaming. equal parts pleasure and fear.
how i spent summer solstice
watching the sun set over the water, while lying on the rocks. hearing the waves lap against the rocks one after the other.
lake erie does not have a reputation for being notoriously clean -our river caught on fire. it’s a shallow body of water, and some days, when it’s windy, all the sediment kicks up and it appears murky brown against the blue (aka mostly grey cloudy sky) but i think that just makes it all the more rewarding for when the sunset is all the more spectacular.
a collection of things found in my backpack:
ten beautiful/magical/enchanting locations i’ll see in the next ten years, all in the USA.
all found objects, observed while in route or journey to a destination.
none of these are placements.
2. run over roses.
boots, BDG from UO.
a literary collection of things and experiences.
so psyched about this summer. i cant even wait.
twenty random facts about me: