Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.


missing the snow. :/
I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via stxxz)

(via knotformation)


untitled by Amy Merrick on Flickr.

[54/365] hyssop by hannah * honey & jam on Flickr.
be still and listen,
gaia is splitting at the seams,
her love pouring from the earth.
be still and listen,
for the sky sends tiny particles of
ice, down, down down,
each one finding a place to land
with the minutest of thuds and tinks.
be still and listen,
as the white wind sings its song,
searching for its lover.
she will call back to him,
in hollow chorus.
be still and and listen,
the sky dances in hues of grey.
hugging the earth in its tender embrace,
it sighs heavily,
protector of its young.
be still and listen,
all is still,
yet all is alive,
twisting, turning, churning, yearning
for the audience of one faint soul
to be still and listen.
s.l.m. (via onceuponawildflower)

pluviophile (s) (noun):
 1. Anyone or anything that has a fondness for or a desire for rain.
2. Etymology: “a love or fondness for rain” from pluvio, “rain” + phile, “fondness, love”.

where the trail leads, part four by manyfires on Flickr.