Thursday, April 2, 2015

i miss when the light was soft and everything was st. augustine

Lately I miss the cobblestone streets of St. Augustine. I miss the beautiful and vibrant flowers, the musicians who play shows with open guitar cases, the hidden treasure store I love on a side street, and early mornings alone at the fort. This is the city my parents eloped to, the city I was made in, and where one day I hope to go with my husband.

1 comment:

Go with grace.