Wednesday
Aug172011
#augustbreak: on a Wednesday
Wednesday, August 17, 2011 
Twice within the last twenty-four hours I’ve been in tears of anger, pain, and frustration. (Don’t ask; I’m okay.) After dinner tonight I took the camera and walked to the end of my street, and then the end of the next street, and watched cars go by for a little while and let mosquitoes eat me. I needed to feel like I could look down the road and see where this place ends.


Reader Comments (13)
HUGS! Feel better. This yucky road WILL end. Hugs hugs hugs.
Oh, Noël. I just love you.
More hugs from me as well, Kim. I'm sorry you are going through tough stuff right now. Thinking of you and sending you all the warm, loving thoughts and hugs I can muster.
This too shall pass, my sweet sweet girl. I love you.
Love you, pretty. I won't pry, but I will pray that you reach the end of that road sooner rather than later.
Oof. Tears, frustration, pain, the need to move, to walk, to walk some more, to be anywhere else but where you are. I've taken my share of those walks, letting the mosquitoes eat me, too. I'm glad you brought your camera. I hope today is better for you. Love and good thoughts. xo
I am in a similar place, Kim. I looked at the moon for an hour yesterday as a little moon rainbow formed around it. We need these shots of beauty more than ever now. I know - i just know - that whatever it is that is making you sad will pass. Holding your hand through it until it does.
Sorry.... been there and I know sometimes you really do just have to cry, walk, and wait. Hope things get better soon.
OH LORD the colors here are INSANE. Sorry for the caps but they were warranted.
You know I'll be emailing you as soon as I finish typing this. I love you.
Now you all are giving me happy tears. Thank you so very, very much. I feel very hugged.
Sweet Kim, I hope things turn around for you. You chose a creative way to deal with your difficulties. It's a beautiful photo from someone who has a beautiful way of seeing the world even when everything hurts.
i'm a little late, but *hugs* to you, and a beautiful photo.
isn't it..well...something...that such great art comes from pain?
Patti, I so appreciate when you come by. And it's wonderful to read that you think that of me; it didn't feel beautiful at the time, but all these days later, it does.
Dominique, that's what they tell me ;) I'm choosing to believe in it.