Wednesday, August 22, 2012

be still my soul.

There is much to be said, but to remain unsaid.

Instead of standing on the coasts of Prince Edward Island this week, I am sitting inside a coffee shop who's walls are painted red, I am sipping Chai Latte from a pottery mug and the sounds of Vivaldi can be heard playing into the atmosphere. There is a man sitting at the table in front of mine, with a french press & a book in hand. It's a cloudy day in Colorado Springs, and I am perfectly contented with that.