This Great and Lonely Space
"Not just beautiful though- The stars are like trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me."
Picking summer strawberries so ripe they melt in your mouth, sweet little nothings at the tip of my fingers. Tart little cherries that burst on the tongue, hanging like bright rubies from a tree so old it leans and groans under the weight of it’s precious jewels. Sink my feet into the black earth, feel it burn under my soles and tickle between my toes. Grass stains on my knees that leave a tingle long after I have moved. The wind dances through my hair and the sun warms my shoulders, summer’s kiss so sweet it leaves me dizzy.
(Source: sundaymorningchange)
