a feather came by to rest for a while

perhaps the dust bunnies know something we don't ..

today, the sunlight fell asleep on my windowsill

i woke up with the distinct feeling that something needs a bow.

the clouds look like they have forgotten where they were going

somewhere, a snail is having a very important journey

the mist came early and misplaced half the forest

i have decided to believe in very minor miracles.

a tiny moth borrowed some moonlight for her wings

today feels suspiciously shaped like a nap

i think the stars come closer when the woods are asleep

the wind has been collecting little things all afternoon

nothing remarkable happened, which was rather lovely.

the morning left pearls all over the grass ..

i would like to be placed gently on a windowsill

perhaps the rain is only the sky remembering something

there appears to be a small amount of magic in the kitchen

a little cloud got lost between the trees

the moon has been following me home again

i'm sure there is another treasure waiting to be found