Sunny days of swimming with friends,
scattered cooking,
and incrementally increased running. (I've finally gotten to the point where I'm not dying anymore)
Working at my internship every week,
reading excerpts of random Spanish novels without committing myself to any one of them fully, dappling in the Epigrams of Oscar Wilde (which I sadly left in the office over the weekend but will happily reclaim tomorrow at 9am),
Reconnecting with friends and making new ones from old acquaintances.
Going with the new friends to your very first yoga class,
liking it,
and coming home afterward to eat nine-thirty stir fry dinners while listening to Joni Mitchell on vinyl...Repeatedly.
"His eyes were the colors of the sand and the sea, and the more he talked to me the more he reached to me."
Yes, that means flipping the side every 20 minutes and bumping the needle slightly inward to skip over that one place where the record always repeats itself.
Sometimes only a little bump is needed.
Thinking of bringing out the old-school manual Canon cameras that I have. It takes me forever to go through one roll of film, but how I enjoy my Canons so...
Okay, time for bed. I want to hit the trails to run tomorrow by 6:30a before work. But, before I leave I want to share with you these photos that I really love of Picasso and one of his lover Francoise. She is so beautiful and Picasso has the most incredibly piercing eyes I've seen. I bet receiving one look from him is enough to feel violated, like they were probing your soul or something.
Toodles!
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