pumpkins, smokey moon, lit windows, new SF neighborhood, sunset on the ocean, new hill of green and plants with falling down wooden fences to explore,

dark dead end streets, divided levels, and indigo night. missing and mourning bancroft, ruth and willis, wishing i see their faces, coming home to a package from them, jars of clay and connecting with my longing for God rediscovered. a rush of emotions including new ones. i love when i'm in a new place than i've ever been both physically and mentally.