The last of the vanilla chai steeps. The rain comes down in sheets.
I wish I could have tea with my mother today.
Jet Harrington | writer + photographer, in the habit of looking for the upside, thinking of posting my Life List - and sharing my progress checking things off
words to live by | I am too grateful to be perfect.
like | candles at the dinner table, the ghost-skeletons of trees, star-lights, good parking karma
dislike | junk mail, indoor crowds, having an itchy nose