living in the middle of a north by north-east swell and i can’t control the tides of time or occurrence. not that i’d want to, really. she’s immaculate, adorable, so cute, super-efficient and living her life but one step at a time. evident and arduous, time found somewhere to linger & remnants of times yet to come haunt her sleepless nights.
and time marches on and this constant downfall will not cease. bad weather looms and lingers as much as the faint odour of a dead animal – hanging in the atmosphere much like a dreary wet blanket covering the typically tropical vista – turning it into a myriad of dull grey skies and lost mountain tops and colours that seem to have lost their edge. (add a multiply layer of #333333 to any tropical photo and you’ll see what i mean.)
nothing intertwines mood & colour more than the weather – or perhaps something does – it’s just so noticeable right now.