malloreigh

it's june.

how can i tell? well, someone flipped the calendar in our washroom...
but the first june fell on a rainy-cloudy-grey vancouver day, after a sunny-warm may thirty-first that i spent in the park with cute cyclists, cute girls and cute children.
june in vancouver has a history of being dismal. today i wore two sweaters.

someone beautiful is painting a mural on our living-room wall.


(i just took this right now. there are girls in my living room...
my roommate wife made us supper.
wild rice, black bean homous, seitan, roasted red peppers, tomato and fresh greens in homemade chapati.
i made the black bean homous.
we are listening to belle and sebastian...)


this is me right now.
i am supposed to go out dancing, but... it is hard to do when there is art - love - conversation - food
in my house.
it is always so hard to leave this place. in the morning, at night, any time.
it's so lovely here.

do you love your living space?
why? why not?