little by little.

today, i looked out my window, over the city and the river, and saw the most beautiful shapes in the sky. and it got me thinking.

i really do believe it's the simple things that make life magic.

going to the laundromat on the weekend. laden with $1 coins, i sit on the bench and listen to the whirr and chug of the old machines. i found a forgotten dice in the barrell last week.

visiting the supreme court gardens at lunchtime. sometimes with someone, sometimes not, but always stopping on the greenest grass in the sunniest spot. i watch castles and crocodiles in the clouds.

reading literature on public transport. escaping by means of salinger and capote, the vechile jolts, but i am too consumed to care while caught up in carefully constructed sentences. i find some of myself in every character i encounter.

wearing gloves in cold weather. leather, lace, frills, clasps, vintage, edgy - my growing collection does more than just stop my tiny hands from numbing. i feel like a lady when i wear them, and i am.

playing an old piano. rich melodies of love and longing echo from the time-worn strings, where chords convey all conceivable emotion. i lay my fingers on black and white, and stop thinking.

writing anywhere and everywhere. always with a pen and notebook in the realms of my reach, i'll be inspired with no notice, and have to document my findings in a poetic script. i strive for creation and thought.

observing interesting architecture. turrets & columns, orange doors & sculpted spires, crumbling brick & decaying paint compromise treasures visible if you'd only look up whilst wandering through the city. i'll always wonder what is behind the highest window.

looking at things, and then looking again. a different story is always hiding behind facades and virtue; seek deep enough, stop blinking, and you'll be taught. i see more than i ever knew was possible.