moonset

this is the moon, not the sun.

confusing. and even more beautiful because of its absurdity. i believe at least.

at evanston beach. accompanied by dear friends rebecca and suzy. good conversation. good to catch up. good to speak meaningful words.

this week was especially exhausting. i finally slowed down. found peace in all the right and perhaps some wrong places.

i sometimes wonder if im moving forward or backward. "the way up is the way down." i wish thats what i meant. i dont know what i mean. what happens when you blatantly rebel? is there still grace? or do you forsake it in your conscious effort to shake grace from your life?

excuses aside, today was peaceful and safe.