My Hurricane passes

( I am invincibly breakable. Cradle me in tears. )

( Hurricane - a poem I wrote. )

And for now. I feel as though I was meant for no one.
Unclaimed. Unframed.
"Your love isn't fair, you live in a world where you didn't listen - and you didn't care. So I'm floating, I'm floating on air."

I am purified now.

-Angela

Ahhh! Into the morning.

I decided I really felt like tea today.
So I went all faerievixen2 on it - and got some tea instead of the usual coffee.

( It's a beautiful morning! )

( My friends, my loves. The mountains. )

And now, I couldn't expect them to understand that for themselves. Curious, energetic men. Bound by excitement and physical challenge. I am that way also - though I find I fall back on the beauty of stability that I find with my beloved landmarks.
In fact, I miss Wallace Falls. Perhaps I am due for a trip up to Goldbar to revisit the old friend. I am sure it would welcome me with open arms.

-Angela