S U N D A Y M O R N I N G S

just five more minutes, pleeeeeease.

S U N D A Y M O R N I N G S

bird conversations mix with the crackling sound of electricity. nature and man are both vibrantly alive.

spring hammock preserve embodies an eerie stillness. the half hidden paths are haunting if stared at too long. this is not a trek to do alone if your imagination precedes you. i brought a friend i knew would enjoy the trails.

the air smelled of honey, fresh cut wood, and mint. the trail toward lake jessop was calming. not once did an animal alarm us...except the wolf pack that came out of no where and which were thankfully accompanied by a human.

we froze in our path, staring at its patterned body as we mumbled the schoolyard chant. red on black, venom lacks, red on yellow kills a fellow. red on yellow. red on yellow. i held my breath. of course we would encounter the poisonous kind of that rhyme. the coral snake scampered off the path. jeannette and i did the same in the opposite direction, fear mixed with awe.

T A M P A T E A T I M E

oxford exchange.

was this really tampa? i gave a tiger woods fist pump as the hostess put us by the fountain in the sunlit conservatory room. vine covered walls and a large glass paneled sunroof filled us with glee and made us trigger happy with our phones.

redemption was in order from my previous night of a bad starbucks cappuccino (how are they still in business), so i started off with one, paired with gargantuan strawberry scones.

moment of silence for the scones, cream, and berry jam.

finished off with a golden monkey latte. rich and malty. grammed the place and got an instasuggestion to check out edison food and drink lab from @kristineyoungin. i have seen where she goes, so when she told me, i was game. great choice. saturdays should always feel like this.

so glad and full.

P R I N T

 if you want to keep a classic look from being too straight up, a bold pattern or print can make a huge impact. start with a print that is small in scale. choose one that either has tonal colors or very few colors. --amanda brooks, i love your style p57

as i have been packing up my stuff, i realized how color did not exist. denim, black, grey, and army green have been my staples since last june. not that i am scared of color, i have just been trying to figure out what color looks like for me now that o think i have a better handle on my style.

in the meantime, i decided to ease into patterns. i spotted this jumper a month ago, but the line to this particular forever21 was excrutiatingly long just to try it on, so i put it back and tried to see if i could find it elsewhere. as you can see, i did, and was thoroughly happy that it fit.

T A K E M E O U T

sixty balls. five dollars. one girl and her bat.

i haven't been to a batting cage since i was thirteen. it did not take long for the bat and i to become comrades. its amazing what the muscles remember. the manager said i had a solid form and a good swing. dad had a hand in that. my sister stated that all the silly guys in my life had a hand in that. i'll admit, this is a great stress reliever, even if i will feel this in the morning.

my sister showed off her ambidextrous skills hitting straight toward centerfield, homeruns at that. symmetric to the bone. we tried out baseballs our last round. it turns out i hit smaller objects better than big objects.

we ate a champions' meal at hubbly bubbly, a new greek hub in college park. simple menu. grrrrreat baklava. the owner, georgie, i can't even. so adorable.

georgie, the owner. full of laughs, fun, and hugs.

S U N D A Y M O R N I N G S

shrouded in dense fog. jacksonville looked like death. i half expected the ferry man to fade into existence and carry me away on styx. i tried not to stir the gemini but they are light sleepers i suppose. i am ashamed to admit that after knowing them so long, i am just now able to tell them apart. maybe because i usually got them  together and never separately.

it is no surprise that i found myself at a dead end. nothing familiar. all directions seemed like the right path. with a ten foot visibility, the geese were lucky.

standing on the landing, i saw bridges waiting to be crossed. my plan was to conquer most of them by foot, but after my triumph over one, the river grew wider and longer, and domination seemed exhausting. i paid charon his fare and took the river taxi over to other side, fighting against current, feeling as though the boat were treading in one spot, but reassured of our movement as we passed under the bridge. no troll there today.

just a stillness.