10.24.2011

Day Three Hundred Twenty Two

Home, home, home. 
Had a lovely few days with the grandparents. 
It's such bliss-to cut yourself out of the world for a little while and re-learn what it is to stomp through tall grass, spend all day with your nose in a book or run through the rain with bare feet.
It always ends too soon, though, which is part of what makes us treasure it so much.


car-ni-val n. A traveling amusement show with side shows, a Ferris wheel, and merry-go-rounds; any kind of happy celebration.

While driving through Tulsa on a photography trip, we spotted a carnival through the trees. It was too far away to get to, though, and I was left with the memory of the bright colored lights against the sky as the sun went down. I liked this simpler version of the loud, muddy chaos that is a carnival.

 
Eh, it's okay. 
I think it's time to crawl into bed with a cup of tea and a bowl of Chinese takeout. 

xx
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