There is just one moon and one golden sun.
A parting gift from the place I used to call home.
Making blue, purple, red and orange memories. With worms.
It’s been a long, rough week so I’m taking a moment of gratitude for all that is good and right in my life.
I don’t know the statistics for Prozac prescriptions in Hawaii, but I could probably make a solid guess.
The intangible souvenir I picked up in Canada.
Not only do they have quality healthcare for everyone, but they’ve got purple skies. Canada, just stop being so wonderful.
The color of the end of the world.