miarnett
I remember the day being windy and the chill in the air really getting to my core. I could feel the heat leaving my cheeks and i could feel them turning a light, rosy pink.
He was the tallest guy I've ever known. He had the most impact too, in how I developed throughout the three and a half years that I spent with him.
But now, I'm beyond him. His height is only literal.
And, so, I looked to her, thinking: I've only got 168 hours. You're expecting 268. I'm involved, I work hard. I love what I do, I love what we do.
So, I'll do the 268. For me. For you. For us.
"Just laugh. No, really, laugh."
You're crazy, I'm not going to use laughter as an actual exercise.
"Do it." And so, I did. I couldn't help because her laughter was so contagious when she began.
The wood paneling was beginning to fall off but the splendor and warmth of the den had not begun to fade. The emerald green sofa was adjacent to the lit fire but the couple sat on the ground with hands cupping mugs of warm tea.
The dust falls so gracefully, highlighted in the sun that pours through the small window on the otherwise dank and likely unstable stairway leading to the attic. I can't wait to see what secrets it will unfold, what ancient mysteries can be solved and what memories will be uncovered when the age is wiped away from items long forgotten.
I can imagine the sun falling on the coat, gleaming as if it were made of millions of tiny diamonds under the sun. The sight is simply pastoral, with transcendental meaning behind the freedom horses symbolize.
I find it hard to believe that I'm so close to being completely self-sustaining. It's a combination of exciting and nerve wracking.
To have it made: wealth, love, success. What one years for.
French. Black and white. Let's hope that the area isn't too dusty, because chances are she doesn't want to be dusting. Nor do the feathers want to be covered in dust; I mean, after all, it's dirty and filled with tons of particles that make me cringe.