Heaven is inside you Heaven when I ride you
The Quebender began, the first morning there.
The sun coming up on my domain for four days.
It was like a mini apartment for three nights. I really truly cannot wait to go back. First Spring of 2012, I will do just that. I have roots here after all, The Kerouacs are french you know.
I brought the tickle trunk.
I captured every second of the sun coming up, in the calm warm silence.
It was beautiful.
That window was my perch, you could sit in it. Crouch. Read a book. Write.
It was magical. I pretended I was in many enchanting places.
ahhhhh.
It licked every wall.
Listened to Edith Piaf on rotate. Another french lush.
that last picture of you – AMAZING
This post – your photos & phrases – were breathtaking. Beautiful.
blushing and gracias
I’m always dreaming of magical enchanting places , then desperately try to get there