and i waded in a sunflower field hip-high.
she has a beautiful brain and a musical laugh.
here i sit.
in a rolling chair that spins like the earth
watching my fingers dance across the keys.
a garden gnome is drawn on my left hand.
come, enter into the universe that resides inside my head.
let's be wonderfully vulnerable.
this morning i lay in my sheets sketching the view outside my window.
i decided to sketch the view from all the windows in the house.