Tuesday, November 20, 2007


I did it.
I escaped.

Only interrupted once by a loud family trekking through the woods.
"what is she doing?"
"I think she is sketching"
"I want to see"
"Leave her alone"

Other than that one man and his dog, playing in the distance.
Freedom echoing off freedom.
Leaves trickling down my back.
Beauty almost everywhere.


Kay said...

hey, you are blonde again! I can't keep up.

Beautiful beautiful place, freedom is beauty.
Or should it be, beauty is freedom?

Miss said...

So, what did you sketch out there?