highway 35, ks | 2:47pm CST
these fences cannot contain the skies
but somehow they ground them…
they connected my feet to the clouds
and the blue to the grain.
ah, sigh. my soul is free here.
I35 N, ks | 2:02pm CST
fly to me.
i’ll drive to you.
and when i see you, let’s not say a word.
highland, ks | 8:36am CST
we had a modest christmas, our house in shambles from a kitchen renovation. drop cloths covered the piano, the living room furniture, the places we would normally gather. the decorations were minimal, but the spirits were high.
with a small amount of waiting and the sacrifice of a single christmas, we knew my parents would finally have their dream kitchen, and we could gather like normal for the rest of our lives.