dull girl

I wish I could sleep like my teenage self, in an uninterrupted, 10 hour slumber. The dog woke me up at 4am for no observable good reason. I'm now the Walking Dead.

Unravelling at the speed of time. How is it September?

I feel like I haven't done any "Summer" things yet. No cottage, summer-dips, or kayaking ventures. No hearing 6am loons over misty-filled lakes. No sitting back, feet up, with eyes closed, trying to parse out the myriad bird songs overlapping one another. No late-night secrets, or shared silences around the firepit.

All work and no play makes Vero a dull girl.


Tin Pan Alley—Stevie Ray Vaughan