Shall I still try?
I ran into the sky this week. My 5:30 a.m. run brought me closer and closer to sky until I was there; running through it, running…
On finding familiarity in oatmeal (the color)
Yesterday I showed my husband two oatmeal colored sweaters I uncovered at a thrift store.
“They’re a little bit different, but I L O V E them,” I said.
“What is with you and that color? It’s almost as if you think you need more oatmeal colored sweaters,” he laughed.
