a book of days

self-portrait, yesterday swirling thoughts, little remnants from slumber, waking early, with a head full of to-do’s and what-if’s

+ a busy friday tearing around auckland crossing things off my list + then another relaxing friday night with the mister making

while the morning is young and the ground’s wet with dew go barefoot get closer

+ my man making prawn tacos for dinner friday night + a little lie in saturday morning + lunch with a niece at

the old stockyards, christchurch

I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem – Jaime

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

matiatia wharf – waiheke island ferry terminal. iphone 5s there’s so many things i would like to show you here…

sunset. somewhere near christchurch + a flight to christchurch on friday evening + a saturday filled with family and introductions to new

+ one that started on friday for the mister’s birthday… paleo red velvet cupcakes & coffee in bed, lunch at