At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.
Craig ThompsonHer lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.
Craig ThompsonRight now the day length is exactly the same as in spring when birds key into it and begin singing. The birds are a little confused by it all and the singing isn't very intense. It only lasts a week or so each fall, but it's still cool to hear spring bird songs at this time of the year.
Craig ThompsonSometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.
Craig Thompson