Evening will come…They will sew the blue sail.
Nov 19th, 2008 by champagnewednesday
Like poetry, sometimes places or people ring true in the depths of you. And that is how you know.
It’s how I know one day I must go to Little Sparta’s Garden so my soul can keep growing.
It’s how I know to marry Ash this weekend and claim my glimpse of the sea.
And it’s how friends know to send notes like this one on the eve of a life:
“Work must be KILLING you this week. All my good hair/skin/nail thoughts are with you. I just ate some salmon and dedicated all the fish oil to you.”
Thanks, Alice.
Enough champagne to last a lifetime of Wednesdays
(and sometimes Sunday mornings mixed with Orange Juice)
Jen
