summer days melt like butter over high heat rather than sitting patiently in a dish at room temperature. i know neither where they have gone nor from where they came. it is apparent that my heart is not in my blog at this moment in time. mostly it’s because i get tired of myself from time to time. you know this feeling? when you’re so fully you that the last thing you want to do is continue to think about and writing about you.

i’m not exactly feeling itchy or restless. i suppose i’m indulging myself by being in a steady state of wonder & ponder (incidentally, i’d like to see that as a name for a pub) instead of being in the thick of all the action. my mind is on summer vacation, my spirit seeks tranquility with a nice dose of adventure conducted in my imagination. though i’d really rather get lost in the words of others than tangled within my own.

image by jenny downing