forsynesthesia

The fairy poet takes a sheet
Of moonbeam, silver white;
His ink is dew from daisies sweet,
His pen a point of light.
~Joyce Kilmer


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I used to lament about the coming of spring and the end of winter. Somehow, I completely had forgotten to make a post during my favorite months. I'm much sadden by this, since winter has always been such a magical season for me (us). My love for the cold, quiet winter is buried deep in my heart. Forever, always.

However, my fondness for spring has been increasing ever since my ecology field trips of (two) years ago. It's incredible, to see the transition and changes in the woods each week between winter and spring. I will soon embark on a seven month journey to study  lepidopterology in the pine barrens at night. Completely romanticized amidst the headache of identifying every single species there. Latin names only.

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These sounds shine bright: Air - J'ai dormi sous l'eau 

 fender rhodes, minimoog, and clavinet trio of pure blissss!!!

aviary transitions of blue red

♥ If you turn your back to the skyline, you can escape into this magic place ♥

These are the cool, autumn days that we long for during the hot summer. And  then, my favorite-- winter will come and turn everything into a vast, empty place. Blankets of snow will appear everywhere. And all there will be left is silence.

Silence on the moon. I wonder what it is like up there? I recently acquired a telescope to search for the stars and planets in our universe, perhaps I may even see the cosmic milky way. To be continued...

lost in the darkened sky

♥ Preface: I romanticize the past.
The internet is no longer this wild west frontier that it used to be. Not much else to explore.  Everything is a bore. I think I'm getting more detached from this reality. I simply, stop caring because there is no inspiration. Show me the inspiration.

Matt and I are living in a bubble, both dreamers. And it's hard for us to let strangers in because: no one understands. It's a dangerous route. We've become more eccentric as the days pass by.

♥ Some positive thoughts.
Actually, we've been making music (winter-spring), hunting for records-- thank you platter world (spring-summer), and what will be next?? (summer-fall).

Recently, we went to a magnificent cat show: