Bugs

Tell me your thoughts and I'll keep them safe and sound in a glass jar with holes poked in the lid so they can breath.

(That's where I keep my most important thoughts, too.)

I'll give them leaves to munch and sticks to climb and fresh flowers every every day.

I'll take care of them because I love you.

But really, I'll keep them because maybe someday our thoughts will get so mixed up and comfortable that we'll forget whose is whose.

Doesn't that sound nice?

Sparking

This post is dedicated to the dear pirate in my life.

You know how wintergreen lifesavers spark in your mouth when you chew on them?

It's pretty fun.

You know how it's usually light in the daytime?

Quilts are only so thick.

You know how hard it is to catch those sparks on film?

It's hard.

You know how gross it is to pull the quilt-made-tent off and realize that you're open-mouthed crunching works rather like a chunky sprinkler?

Yuck.

You know how many wintergreens were consumed in the making of this film?

Too many.

You know how you can get cankers?

Those hurt.