muslin pastels - part of a divine dress - san francisco, ca
today, oddly enough, i encountered three separate people singing opera in three separate locations. the coincidence served as a stitch that linked the layers of my day--the morning to the lunch-hour to the night. quite regal, really--and much softer than you might imagine.
i am quite sure that my friends are among this generation's truly special individuals--that the wonderful men and women who surround me are going to be the people who others wonder and write about. those who move and shake and vibrate. being a witness to this collective priming for the prime is electric. it is filled with real promise. and feeling as i do, as strongly as i do, is in itself a blessing. we've all got our metaphorical bags packed for the next move.
i can't wait to tell the stories of who we used to be before we were THE.
this weekend was brief, but it felt longer thanks to the fall-back hour. i made a mom-friendly decision to take it easy on a saturday night despite my twenty-five-year-old instincts, and today i was thankful for it. i slept off a long week. i woke up and lounged in this warm bed. and now i'm ready for the coming week. ready, freddy.