Sensing springtime
March 13, 2002i really love when the leaves rustling in the wind sounds just like rain. i convince myself that there is some sort of storm, look outside my window and see debris dancing on the driveway, instead.
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circling around the reservoir on monday night, the windows rolled down and the nighttime air drifting inside, and i ask him, “is that jasmine?”
i already know the answer because i see a tree full with blossoms as we turn the corner.
“yes, i think so,” he says, and i nod and take a deep breath.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
