snow & gunpowder

this is why we breathe. this is why we lift our heads. this is why we rage against despair and push onward, shaky yet doggedly fierce, unstoppable, bent on nothing less than an exuberant resolution.

This one's been in the works for a while now. First in a series of several. Use your imagination for the imagery, because you'll have to. Starting in August of 2012, the idea of meeting/visiting Megan in Kansas City has had a steady spot in my travel considerations. The conversation began around cocktails and KC's glorious scene for them, but ultimately and over time and online chats, it boiled down to a simple "I've got to meet this girl." After 15 months and several failed attempts at arranging my schedule, we finally made it happen. FRIDAY | A delayed flight had me in a frenzy. I typically do not function properly under pressure involving connecting flights. (It's because of the time in 2008 when I literally fell through the Atlanta airport after going through security AGAIN, unnecessarily. Almost missed my connecting flight to Washington, D.C., and that would have been a disaster on my very first time flying on my own.) After risking stranding m...

outfit // loose charcoal grey tee, black leggings, and turkish kilim slippers with a messy topknot cleaning the apartment natural light new black shelf neatly stacked flours counter space fresh eucalyptus in the kitchen and in the shower making a gorgeous brunchy casserole cooking up a storm with my lover cardamom coffee windows open fresh air / changing winds toots thielemans. jazz harmonica. ne me quitte pas. modern film rendition of shakespeare in black and white (it was much ado about nothing) small (huge) revelation regarding happiness with one's body and being all of these small joys eclipsed by a lofty yet completely encompassing sense of belonging. however long the stint here ends up being... this is home.