fais-toi plaisir
This shit is romantic.
Friday nights. Our evening to sway to the old melodies and fast jazz from the bygone days we wish we were a part of.
Me with my wine.
You so unintentionally cool in your spectacled cigarette state.
Who could imagine that sometimes its hard to love you? Sometimes its hard to love me.
After all this time some light is bound to shine in those cracks. Our glorious complimentary cracks.
Our polarity so magnetic. I am yours and you are mine.
After a long and most likely over dramatic (on my part) wait. We will have a new Coppola film for the summer.
The Beguiled is a remake of the 1971 film.
We know. “Hollywood has no original ideas; blah, blah, (hipster elitist rant), blah”. I personally am very excited to see Sofia tackle a gothic piece like this.
She is a very talented film maker with her visual, set design and trademark breathtaking lighting but this project will combine that with a stimulating and tense plot. That has been one of her weaker areas. The cast alone is #goals; Dunst, Kidman, Fanning and Farrell.
This blogger is ready with her popcorn and a spiked sweet tea.
Art by Alan Blaustein
Friday.
Nothing like a morning spent in bed. Mornings with their still and quiet melancholy. My grandmother referred to it as that tired cliche the “calm before the storm.”
(She is the storm)
It is not quite summer in Seattle. One of those thick warm grey days that makes you wish for the crisp clear of fall or the cool atmospheric moodiness of our many rainy days.
Those days are made for respite in a favorite corner of a cafe. 
Mornings are my best time to think. My thoughts come to me crisp and I calmly acknowledge them; sending some on their way and holding others. I spend so much time in my head planning, observing, preparing.
Who have I been?
What do I want?
Who do I want to be?
Questions I seem to always ask myself.
The answers always seem to change…evidence of time passing. 
I doubt this counts as being mindful but I tell myself it is a start. May your morning be full of caffeinated confidence. I will leave you with this hauntingly underplayed melody.
Rose at Library Park 