my roots go down for miles...

 My red shoes are so worn down when they used to be so bright. I used to play on the swings and to swing up to the trees but now I get nauseous whenever my feet leave the ground and I look up for too long- almost as if my feet are my roots that need to stay down within the ground. I liked moving through the trees at the constant and steady decline of the hill. I liked the way my feet felt on the solid, deep and dirty forest ground. I liked all the shades of brown. 

A comment on vanilla muffins and snow

 One of my favorite things to do recently is to bake different recipes of vegan muffins that I find on the internet. Today I baked vanilla ones and they turned out amazing! I've got four recipes so far. Especially since it's been snowing a lot, it makes the kitchen feel warm and smelling of vanilla! Pure bliss! I don't understand how people think that the snow is depressing. White (admittedly, cold) fluffy flakes are falling from the heavens and they cover everything. The trees, the birdbath, the bushes, the fake mushroom, fences, sidewalks, everything. (It's so quiet out there). I have fully accepted this weather for what it is, by the way. Snow in spring? Okay fine. I accept this unusual weather for what it is. Not even upset and I got muffins so it's a win-win to me. 

 It's sunny and it's snowing and I love it.

CAT Poetry

 black, winding
stretching, lying
soft and distant
close yet far
companion of ease
touching you
licking and purring- ever content
gleaming eyes, observant, watchful
curious and elegant- present

 I can put novels on the back of my Polaroids as descriptions of the photo and no one can stop me. I'll take photos of leaves and my family.