DAILY DRIFTER: the hours

"

Violence in the flowers where they found you

Can I wait the hours

Would it be untrue

Climb up to the tower

So that you can see

All across the hours"- BH

I found myself walking down North Williams the other day and even though it's still warm outside, you can feel summer starting to go into its deep annual slumber.

You can feel it in the air and in the sunlight and everything around you-- this waiting and tension that makes us so impatient for pumpkin spice lattes, cozy pullovers, and leaf pile rambling . We're all waiting for something. We're waiting for the kettle to whistle, or the bus to arrive, or a multitude of other events that could occur in an otherwise linear day. What are you waiting for?

xoxo,

Ally

"untitled" by

deda.

"caught in a flower's hue" by

rapidheartmovement

"effetto farfalla." by

chiara baldassarri 

"untitled" by

michaela knizova

"birth" by

avi cohen

"inertia creeps" by

sacha bertrand

"this beautiful creature must die/a death for no reason/ and death for no reason is murder" by

martyna zglenicka

"grrrl" by

roco perna 

"my little geisha" by

maria von staa

"21840024" by

matsuki narishige