Saturday, June 19, 2010

if I could wake up every morning and still smell like campfire
my hair
my clothes
having tumbled into bed too sleepy to change
dust on my feet
marshmallow on my cheek
sore strumming fingers...
that would be the mark of a life well lived.


Rabbits' Guy said...

Sounds like a hobo.

moxywoman said...

Sounds like heaven.

raechelle said...