Contemplating things as I drove down to Santa Barbara with my mom this afternoon. Realizing the woman wearing a tight, lacy red top and filling her gas tank was made just like I was, with the hands of God, and He loves her. The man sitting hunched over on a bench in front of the Biltmore, smoking a cigarette and staring out at the ocean. The girl walking down the sidewalk in knee high white laced Converse, with black cropped hair and a red scarf. The young guy running along Cold Springs Road in athletic shorts, a band around his wrist and an iPod in his ears. The quiet music student, wearing black earrings and a faint smile.
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After La Super Rica (amazing as always), Laurel and I had strawberry mochi and went back to her dorm, where mom painted our toes as we watched a half-hour of Emma. Later mom and I walked down the beach, and took a picture of the cypress tree that she and Dad were photographed under the day they got married. The sun setting was beautiful. Faint pink dusted the fog which obscured the islands, reflecting in the wet sand when the waves pulled away from the shore. The trees were my favorite.
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2 comments:
hi girlie!
your post was beautiful=)
and trees are a favorite with me as well. i always notice trees... plants in general, but you catch my drift=)
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oh yes.. because we roll in the green and have all that green to buy gas so we can go cool places, in the cars we can drive. plus all the time we have! psh.... strai' up pre paid.
i would love to go there with you though. i think we need to go to cambria together some time too. i think that you would like it.
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