winter's captivity

With the endless snowfall and chilling temperatures, winter has taken me captive. I am it's unwilling prisoner. Although I love the smell of winter and the beauty of a perfect white snowfall, it has taken its toll. I long for the days I am woken by the warmth and glow of the sun. I want to go for early morning or late night runs, discovering land I've never opened my eyes to see, to truly take in.

But, since it's not yet February, I'll lock myself in my room and make time pass. Whether it's reading a good book or hunching over my sketchbook or clinging to one of my most prized possessions, my hot glue gun. Winter sparks my creativity, so it can't be that bad.

 

winter beach days are the best beach days

Woke up in my best friends apartment with a bunch of my greatest friends. No work? What to do? Go to the beach obviously, on a stellar January afternoon. It's moments like these I live for. Completely unexpected. It makes me feel free, like the chains that cling us to our daily routines have been severed. All feelings of guilt wash away the minute my old pleather boots touch the sand and gracefully tiptoe into the ocean waters. Laughs and smiles, more laughs and smiles. Being alive never felt so good.

snowow

My car is trapped in a mountain of snow. Needless to say, I didn't even try to move it. Chaos ensued!

here's to the new year

brooklyn bowl, delta spirit and winter winds... that about sums it up.