adventure. sacred life.
we know that in september, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. we will welcome summer’s ghost.
it is snowing again, in the middle. my white christmas tree still sparkles three floors below. it is getting late this friday night. he always sits three floors down, watching his beloved sports while i spend a lazy friday eve painting. planning. scheming. a little pink camper sets safely away for the winter and all this girl can think about is the summer. a summer of firsts with clementine.
this girl has long waited for a vintage piece of tin to travel the lands and set up camp.
adventure. coming this summer. i hope you come along too.