beat of the wings

by The Lingernots

I feel heavy eyed, somnolent… We’ve arrived in San Francisco, early, the fog barely dispelled and garage doors rolling up as the working members of the city lethargically made their ways to their little cars… We were greeted by one of our dearest, who ushered  us into his home, for an early morning of champagne, telling tales and slipping in and out of naps on the limitless pillows, soft rugs, bear skin blankets and hiding from the sun behind heavy dark curtains.. Finally home.

I look forward to having a new home.. I feel like my bags have become my little pieces of home… I keep finding myself gazing at prints of butterflies.. cocooning themselves into their web, to grow and emerge as these wild creatures…