Carnival

Tonight the trucks are parked out to set up for the yearly carnival. My friend and I went once. We went on one ride, ate one fried item, and then went to our favorite store. I bought a gold purse. It was one of the best days I've had in this strange little town.

Greenland

Busying my down-hours these days with knitting a heavy scarf and cap while dreaming of taking a trip to Greenland in August. To meet him.

If I dream hard enough and knit fast enough and produce something beautiful enough, then perhaps I create enough positive momentum in the air to produce a travel windfall.

If not, well, one still has to find hobbies and thoughts to occupy the time.

Sudden change of plans

Once you've had some time -- two or three days, or even a week -- it's easy to settle into surprising or shocking information. It's then you first hear the news that the heart and head have a hard time catching up with real time. But it's only those few moments or hours when time seems to stop. That's the good news.

A good day

Today is a day for making a very big and random wish, she decides while walking to work. The girl stops, closes her eyes for a moment, then looks up, and continues on her way.

"It's out there now. Let's see what happens next," she says aloud, to no one in particular.

Looking for sound

There are some living off the coast of Madagascar who insist the sound of an echo will kill a bee.After hearing this belief, the girl trapped a honey bee in a small jar and took it to a cliff near the river. As she opened the jar she bellowed her name as loudly as she could.The bee floated down a few inches, maybe a foot, and sailed back up and away, right passed her head.Maybe this doesn't happen with echoes sounded in California, she thought.

Return

The white boxes lining the fence made her instantly giddy. Almost time for bee charmers to return to the farm.

Milky

There's a photo I happened upon whilst wasting time on the website Pinterest.

 I cannot help it. I stare and I stare and I stare. And then I sigh, and hope a little more, despite the odds.

Eyes shut

Sometimes pictures of clouds and photos of sand look similar to me, as if the texture was the same despite the heaviness of the one actually touching ground. Perhaps in a way, I consider them related -- both dreamy places; both places where a lot of unnecessary stress we carry is let go. And both make us want to close our eyes.