I’m one of those people who, despite my love for writing, didn’t journal much throughout my life. I enjoyed imaginative writing better, and didn’t care enough to slow down so I could write about myself.
It was an incredibly warm day in January, and the sky was prone to frequent drizzles. I had pieced together this outfit and wanted to shoot it for the blog, but soggy earth and limited energy left me unable to go very far from home.
When I was young my family worked to put a little creek bed in our backyard. It was dry most of the year, but when snow thawed or rain came the water would flood that particular line of land.