~ it’s as broad as it is long ~
/ˈbjʊər/ | muʃ |
that’s the literal translation in french for butterfly but that doesn’t go too well with the little frenchie:
the stream-side beauty insists on papillon.
and back to paying more attention to what’s behind me at the lake instead of in front.
i guess old habits are hard to break specially when you’re not trying to break them.
the picture will paint itself.
the opposite of short cuts, they’re still the best way i’ve found to smooth out the ‘gotta leave the stream and get back home’ blues.
end of December, i shouldn’t be seeing this, i feel singled out.
than usual, which made the light a little bit prettier than usual.
and it looks like it’s going to be a really nasty one…