Tuesday, May 24, 2011

the world is home to many distinct beauties.

This weekend was spent in the wilderness, where my heart so longed to go.  We hiked past creeks through the mist, hoods up, droplets forming on the tips of our noses.  The mountains were snug with clouds so low I thought we were a part of them, perhaps.

When I returned to the city, I discovered the smell of wet pavement outside and fresh laundry hanging all over the house to dry indoors.

And the best two things of all: the apple tree in the backyard had burst into full, white, radiant bloom, and my love was there to say, "welcome home."

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