since we left my beloved coast, i find myself drifting all too often; i have thought of little more than a home surrounded by the magical lush green, a stones throw from the pacific. it doesn't help that she, while i was frolicking along the shore, showed me this space.
now the drifting has morphed into a home on the coast, that looks almost exactly like this...
perhaps it is not the best idea to dream of a second, before one technically has a first...forget it, there is absolutely no room for prudence here; not when dreams are involved.
xo mrs. french