mornings remind me of you

These autumnal days resurrect me in the proper way and all I want to do is sit inside of it, breathe, and close my eyes for days and years, wake up in a new world that was always here.

Molly Gaudry‘s The Lit Pub is back! Click the link and browse around. There are even a few [five] posts by me about my favorite books, which can be found at the click.

Meant to be doing some reviewing, some reading, but all I want is to expand beyond my body and float into the sky, be a cloud.

And then because she’s my favorite ballerina and I love me some Prokofiev: