trying our luck
when you ask for the unluckiest tickets and the man delivers
pasta con pesto, peppersteak sandwich, calamari, garlic bread
roast, roast, roast
our group
nice friends
the ultimate play date
circus trees
sonic run! – chili cheese coneys, cherry limeades, and french toast sticks
chalk art at great america from taste of orleans
Joyous celebration.
Pagodas, weeping willows, and sunshine.
A song in bloom.
Laughter.
Costume mixups.
Isn’t she lovely, made of gold.
One who causes rejoicing in my heart.
At the end of a night of smiles, dances, and delicious food.
Here’s to a life of joy to the bride and the groom – one day at a time.
how is it so easy for you
to be kind to people he asked
milk and honey dripped
from my lips as i answered
cause people have not
been kind to me
– milk and honey, rupi kaur
Song of the Open Road, I
by Walt Whitman
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)
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