Dani Cards. Sweet cards. Sweet stories.
you don't feel strapped in. you feel nervous. you want to puke. but it's also euphoric. kind of like taking risks and falling in love and traveling to foreign lands on your own... you don't feel strapped in. you feel nervous. you want to puke. but it's worth it. it's so worth it.
we were biking on a deserted road passing by hundreds of thick trees on our way to easter lunch. dylan had bought flowers to bring for miranda. i lagged behind on my old pedal bike. he stretched out his arms and the whole sunday smiled.
this little plane flew quietly overhead as i sat so small in front of the indian ocean. there was no point to the day, only to scavenge for shells and write things in the sand and maybe take a nap by the dunes. it reminded me that flying is hard. getting your wings together and gathering up belief and choosing to aim for the heavens, it's hard. but once you're up there, the view is...ridiculous. congratulations should always be in order for such things.
