28 11 2009

For foggy mornings and chilly winters, for transatlantic flights, and cabins in the mountains. For girlfriends and boyfriends, and french wine, and birthday kisses, and a fireplace to light up. For the moments, and the pictures, and the phone calls, and the hugs that bring comfort, and the uncertainty of Sundays. For morning coffee and the rainy season, for music, for rainbows, for spontaneous  trips to San Francisco. For family time, and dog park visits, and toothpaste, and collections. For vintage shopping, and farmer’s markets, for L A weekends, and learning Hebrew. For friends that love you, and those who left you, for good advice, and bad decisions. For helping others, and sharing stories, for polaroids, for the beach I live on. For changing seasons, for the right reasons, for love letters, for meditation. For foreign movies, and foreign kisses, for beachside sunsets, for whom to share them. For the future, for the lessons, for the recipes, for goodnight kisses. For new jeans, and old books, and for airports, and the circus.

For what will come, for what I need, for what I wish for, for what I’m given.