Talking to the void...
Ever wake up feeling extreme sadness?
Not having any other remnants of your dream except the lingering thought of missing their voice?
Talking to the void...
When something just moves me so much in that moment, I freeze it in time with a photo. Cherish the time we have, the people that cross our paths, and things to be grateful for. π
Talking to the void...
When there is nothing but stillness surrounding me, the moonβstill shining bright in all her beautyβtruly makes for an idyllic morning. I take it all in with that first sip of my warm, Brazilian dark roast, a fragrant, soul-filling coffee. βοΈπ
Talking to the void...
This old lens can't quite capture her, but the moon is putting on a show tonight. Steal a quiet second for yourself and look up. ππ
Talking to the void...
What a magical aroma duo soaring through my kitchen. The fresh autumn air blowing in through open windows greets my morning coffee, while my little hummer sings along to the country music playing in the background. SlΓ‘inte mhaith! βοΈπ
Talking to the void...
No matter how carefully we curate our circle, harmful people still slip through. Forget 'keeping your enemies close'βsometimes you just have to cut the rope. βοΈ
Talking to the void...
Thunder rumbles as the sun peeks through moody clouds. I open the window to the sweet scent of the wet desert, my heart fluttering as raindrops dance across the pool. βοΈπ
Talking to the void...
This morning really does feel like the void. Looking out through my paneled door, I see nothing but pitch blackness and the subtle reflections of the interior decor on the glass. The world is silent, with only the soft hum of the fan blowing. βοΈπ
Talking to the void...
Hanging out with my oldest today. We were going through photos, came across my senior photo, and grabbed his to show how much we look alike. From 17 to 45, time flies. πβ¨
Talking to the void...
Today my dad turned 74! Today was bittersweet for my dad, since my mom passed away a few weeks ago. He was hoping that she could have held on until then, but sometimes our plan isn't God's plan. Blessed that he's healthy though. β¨ππ
Talking to the void...
The sound of my boys chatting, sharing music they love, and bantering-amidst the hustle of getting everyone out the door-is music to my ears this early in the morning. Have a lovely Saturday! βοΈπ
Talking to the void...
The moon is so beautiful tonight that it continues to make me stop in awe! Glowing so bright amongst the the stars.
My new recipe, creamy chicken gnocchi soup, turned out delicious. My boys gave it five stars.
Sleep well, void. πβ¨ππ
Talking to the void...
Sitting at my dining room table, coffee in hand, I gaze through the paneled back door, watching the ever-so-slight ripples shift across the pool as morning light begins to glisten. Outside, the birds sing their morning songs, welcoming a new day. βοΈπ
Talking to the void...
Country music blasting in the kitchen, the sweet scent of banana bread tangling with homemade chicken tenders and fries. All while watching the sunset fading through my kitchen window. Goodnight, void. Keep the stars warm for me.πβ¨ππποΈ
Talking to the void...
Such a lovely sight this morning waking to the remnants of last night's rain scattered around my patio pavers. All the vibrant smells our desert offers after a rainfall are just magnificent. Even the flowers can't hide their happiness.
Good tidings! βπ
Talking to the void...
It's a soup kind of day and what a joy it is to get to drive in the rain today. Something so tranquil about it. Also, feels like a Friday.
Time to pick up my boys from school.
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Talking to the void...
I love the smell of rain in general, but when I walk outside first thing in the morning holding a freshly made cup of coffee, aww. It's hard to beat those combined smells.
My morning void conversations remind me of the movie "You've Got Mail". βοΈβοΈππ