Long Lost

Some strange goodies this way this week: a desk from the dumpster snuggled underneath the front window, a magazine rack side table, a pot for a plant yet bought. I can now draw without clean up and watch planes land every few minutes. 

I also finally uncovered the Destiny's Child remix I have been hunting for. I am listening to Florence and the Machine's album every late afternoon while I draw in front of the airplane landings. Her lyrics are just as potent as they were in Lungs

Surviving this city in the form of groceries and a beach visit weekly, catching gallery receptions and activities on the sly. I am meeting more people and falling in love. 

After the scare with my car not turning over, I have dreams nightly about busted tires or a stolen engine. I'm hoping this apprehension will pass soon.