bedraggled sea winds & coloured-in skies ♥

fuck I have white patches above my eyebrows from where my skin’s peeled from sunburn.

the one time darker skin works against youuuu

I have bi carb soda on my face. What now.

Let’s throw ourselves into this year; we’ll work & party hard. We’ll only get out what we put in. 

We’ll be more creative than last year; more motivated, inspired and tranquil.
We’ll have moments of success, generosity, lightheartedness; but we must be aware that things can’t always be perfect and prepared to face what’s thrown at us.
  We’ll make new friends, keep in touch with old ones and we might lose some.


But we won’t stop. We’ll keep going to see the silver lining: the light at the end of the tunnel. We’ll dance on until the very last song.

Make the most of 2013 and regret nothing.

Love,

Leah x 

I.
No words could ever

perfectly describe a sunrise.

* 

If, by some mysterious magic

it is managed, however, then

certainly no words may encompass the infinite

feeling which accompanies it when one is surrounded by

their friends who all feel just as awe-struck as you.

* 

No words can encompass the feeling

of staying up all night to be rewarded with

this magical pocket of nature that few experience.

It makes you feel so gifted, so alive,

to have experienced

something of that magnitude;

an awakening of something great,

a breath of crisp dawn air,

a new beginning: hope.

* 

Hope is borne from the brave stars kissing

the sky awake, and smoothly,

subtly, rising up and vanishing.

Hope is there when the first birds are lonely and cold

but call into the dark morning anyway,

so multiple songs are strewn from the trees

and thrown from the power lines.

Hope is the tip of the sun as it lights up one

small part of the cloud, giving it a golden tint

and refracts the rays through the dewy grass.

* 

It doesn’t matter how tired you are,

when the golden light streams down

across your lap while you’re drinking stealthily-made tea,

and catches the multi-coloured flecks

in your friend’s eyes and hair, you are alive.

* 

You are listening to Mother Nature

herself now, and she’s putting

on a show to keep you enthralled.

II.

They say that you have the most honest

conversations at 4am. I wholeheartedly agree (unless you are asleep -

in which case the quote may need to be altered slightly).

And at 7:10pm, 23/12/12, this is my reason why.

* 

At that time of the morning,

in summer, at least,

the sun is just about to rise - and everybody knows that.

They’ve probably been waiting for it.

When the light does come up, though,

it’s the most breath-takingly simple thing. 

They also say it’s the small things in life

which are the most beautiful. 

This is one of those moments.

* 

So while it’s simply amazing,

the conversations are the simple, deep ones.

Such as, ‘What’s your greatest fear?’.

You could answer something corny,

or ‘I don’t know’ to avoid discussing it. But to me,

I had to answer honestly because of the light and

the way that in that moment, it felt infinite (Chbosky, S.: 1992 Perks of Being a Wallflower).

* 

 It was like Mother Nature’s way of saying to me,

‘If you don’t answer honestly in front of these girls, Leah,

this sunrise  spectacle will be lost, and you’ll be

left sitting there regretting not telling anybody your fears

and wondering why nobody can help you

the way you want, or need, to be helped.’

So I told them.  

That’s something else to remember.

Don’t be afraid to vent once in a while.

III. 

But courage comes from within.

Everybody has courage, in varying amounts

tucked away in them somewhere.

I must use as much of mine as I can find.

So pumped for staying up for 24hrs with my girls!