Stepping over what now towers to the sky

Listening to The Shins and watching the thin slits of light peeking through my blinds move in slow motion across my still room. Hair heavy & damp from the shower, and the smell of cold coffee and orange peel hang in the air. It's a quiet afternoon of carelessness and mild contemplation.
Peaceful and content

XXSEA

(photos via unknown(s), laika for bennies, littleplastichorses)