knots in my kite string

stuartwatts:

The Moon on Flickr.

I store up nights like these. Nights when we sit in the beer garden of our local even though it’s a bit too cold to and drink a half pint of cranberry juice and reminisce about first year and plan our future roadtrips. And nights when the sky is so clear, that Orion peers down at us, and even though my toes are freezing in my sandals, I don’t mind, because the people I’m talking to and smiling at are just that brilliant.