Tumbling Bugoira

Reblog and write about: Biscuits.

As Lirla became aware of the morning, she tried to remember the dream. Walking down the street, she’d stepped in a puddle of water and her foot was soaked through the boot and sock. Stopping to allow frustration to wash over her, Lirla took a deep breath and held it; was that biscuits she smelled? Looking down at her foot in the puddle, then up at the blooming cherry blossoms, why didn’t she smell flowers?

Lirla wiggled her foot and found it was cold from sticking out of the covers; well that explained the wet foot in the dream.

Yi Peng Festival, Thailand

Monks looked up at the magnificent night sky filled with thousands of lanterns in awe. This was the moment I’ve been waiting for and it lasted very quickly due to strong wind. A very heavy downpour occurred right after we left the place.

When I was a kid I was desperately afraid of the dark - the panic-tightness in my chest, the strength of the dark edges around the weak lights.  The unknown, the different sounds, the energy change, the unfamiliar shadows; it was hard to go out in the dark, fending off the dark embrace with only a flashlight. To this day I require the windows to be curtained at night. Now I'm purposely laying outside in this darkness.